TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abuse, bullying. (And suicide, but that was already mentioned in the description)
"I was born in England to a horrible family. My mother was Japanese and my father was English. I also had a brother, Alistair. They were all disgusting people.
"I remember as a child, my father would yell at me and my brother. He'd tell us we were accidents, you know? That we weren't meant to be around. We should never of been born. We weren't worth it. Eventually, that lead to nearly weekly beatings by the time we were teenagers. I guess... I guess Alistair and I are two different examples of how people take abuse. I'm not saying I took it well, I mean, nobody does, but... Alistair became evil. He would abuse other people, presumably for a sense of power. He was a bully in highschool. Not only was a bully to others, but he was a bully to me.
"God, and during this time I was discovering my sexuality, you know? I didn't like girls. Not one bit. I mean, friends, sure. But girlfriends? Sex? Ew. Not my thing. And I found another guy, right? His name was Biff, and he got good grades and played sports and everything. Unlike me... at that time, I was drinking and smoking and not caring about grades or sports. Anyway, so Biff and I had sex. And some cruel-hearted bastard walked in on us and that was that. Biff was killed by his friends. I, not really having friends to begin with, wasn't. But Alistair... when Alistair found out, he hit me. And he didn't stop hitting me until I was screaming and begging for mercy. Dear god, I was sixteen! And Alistair did stop eventually, but he... he told me mom and dad would be so much better off if I was dead. They don't need to know I'm gay, they don't need that burden because I'm a burden already. And god, I fucking believed him. Why did I believe him? To be fair, there were other deciding factors. Biff being dead, other bullies, a lifetime of abuse with further abuse to come... so I did it. I found a kitchen knife and I stabbed myself in the stomach until I bled to death on my mother's kitchen floor. Before I knew it... I was somewhere else, but god, it wasn't heaven or hell. I was a grim reaper. They told me to train for the London Shinigami Dispatch Society and offered me a new name (Eric Slingby), and a new life. I didn't have much of a choice, honestly, but... if it meant a second chance at a better life, yeah, I'd take it."
