Hello people of the internet. Welcome to a story of mine about sad subject matter! How fun is that? Rated M for harsh language, depressing themes, and... that's about it. Later I plan for some very depressing content. You have been warned. Enjoy this glimpse into my dark twisted mind... I mean story... yes story.

"Sometimes in our lives we question our selves, and the decisions we made. We wonder if they were the correct ones, and further wonder if the ones we will make will be the right ones." That is what I said aloud as I sat in a room with a glock in my left hand and a remote in the right. Maybe I should tell the story of how I Ian managed to get in this situation. My computer will edit out my last name identity protection but anyone who knows me will easily be able to tell who recorded this story, and as to how I reached the situation I am in now. This is an interesting tale I believe.

18 months earlier

For the sake of any recognition what so ever my computer is not going to redact any of my physical characteristics. I am about five feet tall eleven inches tall. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I am pale with the occasional freckle on my body. Maybe I have one on my face. It has been a while since I checked. Also I am socially awkward have, Asperger syndrome which is a form of autism, and to top it all off I keep my emotions bottled while trusting nobody. Plus I don't think my family really loves me. If you think I sound grim you are not the first to feel that way. Despite living in a world with not just my race of humans but with over 700 species of Pokémon you think I would have had a crush on somebody right? Nope never felt love ever. I try to keep a lack of love so that I can't be betrayed by the people of today. Then I turned 18 just before my last school year was over. Everyone was talking about the college they had applied to. I never interacted with anyone to much and have Asperger syndrome but I know my stuff. I buckled down and studied hard to pass any exam thrown at me. I got such a high score on the test that I was shocked, a 98% or in simple terms you missed only 3 to 4 questions. Which meant I could pick any college I wanted to go to. My dad made me take the test since I thought I was still worthless and had no value to the world other than to make people happy even if it killed me. So of all the colleges the had many universities on the list. The point is my dad said he knew the perfect college for me and gave me no choice but to go. My little brother laughed quietly since he knew what college it was, and said I was going to be beyond pissed at his choice. Oh boy was I ever angry when I found out.

15-13 months earlier

The first term began and I was going to see the secretary for my dorm number and etc.. Interestingly though when I went to see the charizard secretary she looked at me with a questioning look in her eyes. "Oh are you that other human that got accepted just a while after that other kid?" "Other human?" She stated this very clearly here. "Yes I believe his name was Alex. You know if your application had been accepted just about a week earlier you would have been the first human accepted?" "Really? Huh well I would appreciate my dorm number please." She opened the file cabinet to her left and pulled out a file with my name and key on it. "Ok your dorm number is 367c ok." "Thanks being who's name I know not, and have a great day." "Oh not used to many thanks around here you have a great day as well." I then after stopping at the to my first class... forgot what it was and who the professor was too. All I remember is inspecting the Pokémon around me. Some gave me cold looks like icy daggers, some did not care, and some were talking to their friends likely gossiping. "Geez what a great first day already I am going to have a bunch of rumors around me."

There were the standard "gorgeous" girls around the room, and yet that was not what mattered. What mattered was that I was going to have to meet my roommate later today, and I was not excited about it. Luckily for me he/she was not there when I arrived at the room shortly before classes began, and simply left a note on the coffee table saying which room was mine and not to touch the cupcakes in the fridge. Little did I know that sitting directly to my right was a stunning lopunny any guy would fawn over was my roommate, and I happened to have every class with her. She was about five feet and seven inches tall with beautiful brown eyes. I thought it was a neat coincidence, but I noticed she was walking right next to me all the way down to where I was going. I wondered if my roommate was her, and remembered how I could never have the same class with one of my sort of friends ever. The irony in that would be amazingly much.. I hurried up a little just to help keep my general pace a few steps ahead as I got ever closer to the dorm room. I got out my room key and went to unlock it when she looked at me and said "So you're my roommate huh? The only human here is my roommate. So two questions for you. One did you eat my cupcakes, and two what is your name?" I froze and I realized that the lopunny I sat next to in all my classes was a social butterfly was my roommate, and I remembered I suck at any kind of small talk. She asked again those two questions, and I finally answered. I said with a calm steady voice "No I did not eat your cupcakes, and my name is Ian. May I ask what yours is?" I proceeded to unlock the door and let her in. "Laura is my name, and I already know two things about you." "What is that" I asked her with an inquisitive look. "One you're not an asshole and two your name is Ian" "Good then, I guess I know what your name is, but the other remains to be determined." She jokingly punched me in the arm as I followed her in. I was only glad to not turn my sentences into entire novel pages like I usually do. I survived one chat with my roommate.

Hello it's me the author. Is this story the least bit intriguing? Is my character going to survive living with a social butterfly roommate? I know because I wrote more! Please review and told how bad a job I did! The internet will always judge harshly, so I'm prepared to fail! If it doesn't seem tragic enough yet just wait people. I promise you it gets a little sad at some point in here.

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