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A Boy's Farewell to the World
When she found him, he was covered in his own blood. His breathing was shallow and in his hand he clutched a knife. She was one of the room service waitresses, only there to pick up the cart she had dropped off earlier. Kneeling next to him, she checked his pulse and found a weak one. In record time she had picked up the phone on the table next to the bed and alerted the front desk. The man there wasn't at all surprised, he was used to people coming to his hotel to kill themselves, but the girl was. The ambulance came and picked the boy up, rushing him to the hospital. A number found in the boy's pocket was called to pick up his belongings. The excitement at the hotel died down, as it usually did. And no one noticed the tall figure slip into the boy's room nor did anyone care. |