Oh god…I knew this day would happen. A new (crappy) fanfic on a game I'm obsessed with 0w0

Sorry this is short, I've never been much of a writer cuz I am an artist! I draw, not write! Can't stop me though XD hopefully if I continue this story I'll get better and get passed chapter 4 (I'm always having trouble with that ^_^;) Also, unlike my -Man story, I'm working solo. I'm rambling now so…

I do not own The World Ends With You, yadda yadda, you all know what this crap's about so I'm not gonna repeat myself in every chapter.

PS. Ella, if you read this, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TAKE THIS GAME AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I KEEP IT! ;A; THERE'S A BLOODY GOOD CHANCE YOU MAY NEVER GET IT BACK!

*coughs* Ahem

Chapter one

Blood…there's so much blood

The rich, red liquid had covered the bathroom sink and splattered a small trail across the cool tiles till it reached the toilet. A large, crimson puddle has accumulated around an orange haired boy whose head was resting on top of the closed toilet seat. The bathroom was surreal in the youth's vision, his blurry gaze slowly trailed down his arms to look at the blood flowing from the large gashes on his forearms. The boy closed his heavy lids and let out a sigh of content, a small, yet sad smile graced his pale face. Finally, his misery was over.

Or so he thought.

The distant, muffled sound of knocking was heard, followed by shouting. Not that it was any of the teen's concern anymore, he was going to die any minute now, so why bother answering. After what felt like forever, the distant sound of a scream was heard, followed by the teen's body being shaken. With a groan, the red head opened his tired eyes to be face to face with a blurred, abstract sight of his mother. Her expression wasn't identified but he could tell she was horrified. I mean, wouldn't you be if you found your only child attempting to kill themself?

"NEKU!" the woman screamed, shaking her son for a response. The boy, Neku, smiled sadly at his mother. His heavy lids began to close, he was just too weak and tired to keep them open anymore. The last thing he heard before slipping out of consciousness was his mother's muffled screams began to fade away to silence and let death take hold of him.

Shitty story is shitty! (also looked longer on word...) Again, sorry that it's incredibly short. Hopefully the next chapter will be more worthy of reading (not very likely)

Not gonna bother begging for Reviews. It would be nice but I'm not gonna force anyone to, I hate when other writers do that

Now I must go outside and chase some arseholes off my back yard, some people are trying (or about to) to sleep! :[