Eddy slammed the door to his house. Today was nothing unusual. Another day, another failing scam, another day he had to act stupid, and another day of kids taunting him and bitching about him. Nobody liked him, and he didn't like anybody. He knew his friends weren't really friends. They were fed up with him. But hey, who wasn't? Ed and Edd were just enemies acting like friends. Johnny listened to whatever Plank said, and Plank hated him. God, how he just wanted to take the friggin piece of wood and break him in half! And along with Plank, he may as well chop Rolf, Kevin, Sarah, and Nazz in half too. Nazz didn't seem like she hated him, but lately she wasn't saying, "You're funny" to him anymore. She did to Ed and Double D, but they were increasingly becoming popular, turning him more and more into an outcast. He decided to go see what there was to eat in the kitchen. Bad choice. In the kitchen was his mother, sitting at a table filled with drugs and needles. "What do you want, kid?" she asked, slurring her words. "I-I j- j-just want-t-t-ted something to." "SHUT UP YOU BRAT! YOU'RE A DISGRACE!" she screamed, throwing utensils at him, some forks hitting him. But he didn't care. He was so used to this, he wanted to bleed. It would take him somewhere better. He focused on it. "I'll walk upstairs," he said. And by walking, he meant running for his life, hoping his father wouldn't notice him. Too bad. His father saw him running and said "Shutuupandstoprunningyoushithead," he said, vodka on his breath. He was drunk. Again. That's when Eddy felt the sharp broken bottle whack him in the jaw. More pain. He ran to his room, just avoiding a broken bottle of rum going straight for his head. Eddy sighed. Why did he have to be so stupid? He acted stupider than he was so Edd wouldn't get jealous. Eddy in real life was almost as smart as Double D. Oh well, he thought, maybe tomorrow will be better. The only problem was, he had been saying that everyday for the past 2 years. He opened his window for some air. "Hey Dorky! Shut the window before a quarter goes into your house!" That of course was Kevin, who probably wouldn't know a quarter if it got jammed into his head. Eddy growled with an angry look on his face and slammed the window, breaking the glass. "I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF THEM HATING ME, I'M SICK OF NOT HAVING ANYBODY WHO GIVES A DAMN, I'M SICK OF EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Oh shut up lunkhead!" That was Sarah. She never stopped yelling at him, him in particular. Eddy went to his closet, where on the top shelf he found a rifle. It was his brother's. He was saving it for today. "Now lets see how you like me dead!" He said with the gun to his head. And then.Bang.



What will happen to Eddy? Is he dead? Sleeping? In a coma? Will anyone notice? Find out in the next chapter!