(A/N: This OC is in another story of mine that sucks more than this.)

Don't own TWEWY, just Demitri

If I were a different person, by Demitri Hado:

If I were a different person, I wouldn't be me

But I am me.

The end.

I could almost hear the smiles of my family as they read over my ten-year-old poetry masterpiece. I could see my uncle joking around and telling stories about who knows what with the biggest grin ever spread across his features and I can't help but think,

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to smile?

But I can't, because they won't let me. Those stupid voices will never let me smile or laugh or anything that would make me happy! Every time I try, one of them will stop me. Then they'll say and do things...things that get me locked up...

"Please daddy, don't make me go down there! It's dark and scary!"

"Son, I've told you to never EVER lay your hands on a woman and yet you do it anyway?" My father yelled at me and pushed my little seven-year old form down the stairs that lead to the eternal black abyss of the basement.

"Please daddy I didn't do it! He made me do it!" I begged and pleaded as I tried running upstairs to escape, only to be forced back by a harsh kick to the chin.

" Lying to get out of this? Really son?" He laughed evilly and spit in my face, "You disgust me you worthless brat!" He yelled and slammed the door with another twisted cackle, leaving me in the cold, dark room.

It's been almost ten years now yet the memory haunts me to this day, reminding of how little control I have over my worthless existence.

All because of these stupid voices.

They mock me.

They make each breath torture.

I hate them so much.

"Hey, Uncle? May I please borrow your gun?"

The cold barrel of the gun feels foreign against my tongue, but its not odd. In fact, it almost feels good. Those stupid voices have gone silent, but I know it won't last. I must act quickly.

I unlock the safety switch and place my finger on the trigger, and I move the gun to where the metal tip pressed against the back of my throat. I took in one, final deep breath before squeezing the trigger and ending my existence. I flew backwards from my sitting position and let my final thought flow freely.

To breathe again-

"Demitrious?! Whats going on up there?!"

-would be torture.