I put the gun under my chin, closed my eyes, took my last breath and pulled the trigger. I felt liquid under my chin, dripping down and landing on my shirt. I didn't hear a sound or feel any pain. I pulled it again, same thing. What's going on? I then touched it and looked at it, it was water. I had a water gun that looked real. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"That sneaky bastard." I said and through the water gun across the room. I couldn't believe him or me right now. Him for fooling me and I falling for it. I got up and reached in my back pocket, ten dollars. I sigh and wonder if it's enough for a meal, but then again prices are going up almost every day so I don't think so. I go into this shop and buy a notebook and some pens. I know I should save my money but I wanted something to do other than walking and sleeping. I put it in my bag and keep start to walk.

I look down at myself and see I'm super skinny, all this walking and hardly eating has made me skinny as a tooth pick. I go past a little fountain and look at my reflection. I'm a bit lighter even though I should be darker from the sun, my eyes have bags, you can see my cheek bones very clearly and I had shoulder length uneven hair.

I think I'm dying.

I feel sick, I'm lighter, super skinny and you can see my bones. I'm dying. So I decided to do something, write. I sit near the fountain and pull out my notebook and start to write. Write my story. I am writing the day where my life changed. From day one to present.

I shivered under the moonlight, the sky was blue and black and it was a full moon with snow on the ground. My black boots hit the ground leaving white prints behind. I pulled my coat closer, trying to stay warm but I couldn't. My ears we're turning red along with my nose. I moved my hair out of my face as I kept going. I had to keep going. I didn't dare-

I was caught off guard when a young woman sat next to me. She had to be at least my age, a little older. "Excuse me!" She practically screamed and I jumped.

"I'm sorry." I said and put my stuff in my bag.

"It's okay, Mr. I just couldn't help myself but notice you are a very good writer." She said and smiled proudly, yes I did feel weird she was reading my private life. She took out her hand for me to shake, her smile widening, "My names Courtney Mills. I am a publisher and I would love to make you a huge star." She said and I slowly took her hand.

"I'm ugh, Pale. That's nice and all but I'm not looking to be an author. I'm sorry." I said and grabbed my bag, her frown faded and she grabbed my arm.

"Maybe think about it? Maybe over some dinner?" She said and winked at me. Now I know why she snooped on me. She wants something else, my mouth dropped but I quickly shut it. I fake smiled and looked up in her eyes.

"No thanks." I stood up and she spun me around, handing me a little white card.

"Just think about it, it could really get you somewhere." She said and walked off. I looked down at the card. It had her name, number and address. I looked up at her and studied her. She had a long white button up shirt, a grey skirt, black heels and her hair was shoulder length like mine, tan skin and some freckles. Yes, she did look attractive but I need to get my life straight before I start dating someone.

But then again, she just offered me a job. But I need a place to stay first, or maybe I can just stay with her? I smirked at my thoughts and put the card in my jacket then walked the other way.