HELLO, so I don't really have anything to say except this a complete waste of you time to read so I just wasted ten seconds of your life! Or more or less of that depending on how fast you read BUTANYWAY I'LL SHADDAD NOW AND SPEAK PROPOR ENGLISH… I hope. Anyways enjoy!

People say if you commit suicide you go to hell.

What the hell was hell anyway?

A firery (A/N 1) place of doom? I mean come on. You try to leave the hell your living only going to another. That's just cruel.

To Al, hell is in your mind.

Your thoughts.

You peers.

Heaven was being cut off from society, your happy place, and once again your thoughts.

'Hell and heaven, huh?' Al thought during a lecture that he's heard more than he would like 'They're nothing more than our imagination. So screw all the people who say I'm going to hell. I am in hell.'

"Alfred, an a scale of one to ten one being th-" The doctor when cut short when Al muttered something he couldn't quite hear, and walked out the only door that wasn't lock. "Excuse me, just where are you going Alfred?" The doctor question as he follow Alfred out of the meeting room they were in.

"Taking a break," Alfred said slamming the door behind him. Al prayed not know if there even was a god or if there was one, not know if he would listen to a boy who tried to take their own life, praying to get out of this place, because for a place that is suppose to help him feel better is making him fell a hell of a lot worse.

Since Sarah left, it's been like no one understood him. It's becoming more obvious that people are just telling him to stop acting like a suicidal teen to get attention. Now there was finally someone who listened, who truly cared, and was gone.

Everyone wanted him to tell what wrong and how he was feeling, know something was wrong. So when he finally did no one believed him. They just told him to stop acting or tell him it was just a stage and left him to fend on his own.

That was a month before his dad died.

A month before high school.

A month before his already broken heart, shattered.

Al got lost in his thought only to be snapped back into reality when the doctor broke the silence that had been there for five minutes.

"Al I know how you feel, but it's going to be better, I promise." He said kindly. His voice sounded honest but being told that so many times, but things just getting worse, it was just another lie.

Just another lie from just another person.

Just another person that judges.

Just another judger that has opinions.

Harmful opinions.

Opinions that become too much, and kill.

Just another person that leads to suicide.

Suicide is just a joke until some committees to it. Then it's not just suicide that's the joke, it's the person to. It's not bad enough that people feel terrible to the point where they want to kill them self when they are alive, but when they're dead. Really?

Al knew if his school heard about it he would never hear the end of it. It would just be another thing to better him up about, right? Just another thing wrong with him, and the messed up world we live in.

Hello once again everybody! How are you? Great! I should stop acting like I am on Dora? … I agree. Anyways thanks for reading and I think I might being ending this soon but then again maybe I won't. Anyways BYE BYE! I KNOW YOU CAN'T SEE IT BUT I AM WAVING MY HAND LIKE A CRAZY PERSON!

(A/N 1):

Me: SCREW PROPOR ENGLISH I AM AMERICAN THERFOR I SPEAK AMERICAN!

England: American isn't a language, you git.

Me: WELL IT IS NOW!