Disclaimer: Sadly I disclaim OHSHC. Bisco Hatori has been ignoring my calls, she said that I give her a stalker vibe (╥_╥)

Reality

Reality is that everything is not what it seems. There is no such thing as happily ever don't just meet prince charming and ride away into the sunset.

But here's the truth, nothing ever goes the way you want it to. The world's a cruel heartless place where people die every day over the most trivial of things, like having the most money, the most street cred or even just because.

I live in Tokyo,Japan. You know, the part where all you hear is cacophony. The world's a dark place for me because I'm poor.I grew up in an abusive household. My father is a drug dealer, and my mother is an alcoholic who can't accept that her husband is indebt and takes all his anger out on his wife and daughter. I remember when he'd strap me down to the torture chair which had bloody worn-out buckles on the arms of the chair and beat me until I was a bloody, unconscious mess.

I don't know what he had idi to my mom because I'd be unconscious, but I would still be able to hear her screams. And when I woke up, she would be drenched in blood, sobbing, shivering heavily, fresh wounds covered her body.

Why, why did I have to be born into such a home. Ha, as if you could even call this a home. I haven't had a single good memory in this place. The only thing this house has bought me was pain and abuse. I've suffered from every abuse possible. Verbal, physical, sexual. Go ahead, you name I've been through it.

*sighs* "I hate my life...sometimes I wonder if this is where I'll die, if this is all the world has to offer. Each and everyday suicide seems more and more tempting to me.

I looked at the discarded knife my mom left on the kitchen counter. I checked to see if anyone was coming. No one. I took the knife and pressed it against my throat.

The cool metal gave me a shiver. I pressed it harder against my neck and slit my throat. Immediately I struggled to breath, my sight got blurry, I was feeling weak and blood was spurting everywhere all I could see was red dots until my vision went black. I can feel my heartbeat getting weaker by the second. Oh well.

If there is one way out of this world it's death.

Fujioka, Haruhi

February 4,1999 - January 1,2015