Kris sat quietly in the small, dark recesses of the windowless bathroom quietly crying. He slowly looked into the small mirror on the wall "I can't fucking take it." he yelled loudly and punched the mirror, shattering it and slicing into his pale white skin. He slowly leaned back into the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the blood spattered tile. Slowly, he grabbed the small razor blade from underneath a broken tile and quietly looked at the rusted blade. Out of his other pocket he pulled a folded up piece of paper and quickly scrabbled his name on the front of it in shaky writing. It read "Mom, dad I'm sorry". He placed the small blade to his wrist and quickly cut from his wrist to his elbow, destroying the major arteries in his arm. At first his deep crimson blood flowed slowly, but quickly gained momentum and soon his arm was covered in a thick stream of blood. It began to drip on the floor as he began to lose all feeling in his body. After another minute or so of more bleeding, Kris slowly began to go in and out of consciousness as he slid to the floor lying in the gradually expanding pool of his blood. He looked to the door as he heard it open and saw his mother there with a shocked expression of her face as she screamed for his dad to call 911. Kris mouthed "I'm sorry" before falling into the blackness for good. Looking around the darkness, he saw a small pinhole of light at the edge and began to walk towards it. Slowly the light became larger and larger until it surrounded him. A loud voiced boomed from the blinding white. "Why my child, why did you do that?" Kris fell backwards in disbelief before answering the voice "Life became too hard for me, I had no friends, my parents hated me, and I was constantly assaulted by my classmates. It became too much to handle". The voice let out a large sigh before continuing "My child, I gave you those hardships to make you become a great person in this world, but I pushed you a tad too far. So my son, I shall give you a second chance if you want it, but be warned, it will take time to adjust to what will happen to you". Kris brown eyes lit up at the offer before responding to his offer. "Yes I would like that, but what's the catch?" A thundering laughed filled the air "But my son there is no catch, only a second chance". With this a small door-like opening appeared underneath Kris sending him back into the dark.