"Ah! Stop spamming me!" the 23 year old shouted, having a fit of rage. Tiffany was at work today, so it was only Justin at the house.

Of course, the moment he gets some sort of peace and quiet, the cyberbullies start to blow up his phone with subtle yet unnerving threats.

=SgtButtplug7=

Hey, Justin Dark. We're coming to your house!

=SgtButtplug7=

We got ur address off of the DEEP WEB :)

=BroPapa89=

You got any transgender friends? Can they help me finish my mac n cheese?

=DwayneB2=

Come on, JD. Stefano wants to squash the beef... JK! LMAO.

=Ahmetit02=

I'm neutral, bro.

"I've had enough of these assholes." he said, getting fed up with the constant DMs they would send him. He then decided to turn his phone on airplane mode. That way, nobody could call, text, or message him on social media, not even Tiffany.

He then put his head down, looking completely defeated. He couldn't get on BookSpace, QuickiePic, or even TeleYube without the fear of some assholes blowing up his phone with threats. They've been doing this for months, but as of late it's been more consistent.

"I can't do this anymore. I've been through enough shit in my life, last thing I need is to be cyberbullied like this."

He slowly walked over to a picture, taking a good look at it.

"What do I do?" he said, looking at the photo of him, Tiffany, and Jessie. It was a gift she had received for Christmas the previous year. Jessie had gotten someone to photoshop a family photo of them until they took a real one.

He looked at it, realizing how fake all of this was. Tiffany deserved someone better, someone more stable. She was already traumatized enough by seeing his unconscious body on the ground.

"I... I think it's time to be free." he said, grabbing a bottle of beer and heading towards the bathroom.

He looked at his reflection, which looked more like a photograph of a sad, depressed lump of shit that disappointed everybody. Like a former shell of someone decent at best.

"Ugh... Why me?"

Suddenly, he heard a voice calling to him. It wasn't high-pitched like Kyu's, but rather a gruff and masculine sounding voice.

"I don't believe this shit."

Justin looked up, knowing what was going on.

"Believe it, buddy. We're stuck living like this." he said to the mysterious voice.

"Listen, you need to get outta here and go suck a dick or something, damn!"

"If it weren't for Greenseed, I wouldn't be like this. You wouldn't even exist and I would've married Tiffany a long time ago. I would've never tried to end myself in the first place, therefore making my suicidal tendencies irrelevant."

"You sound like a broken record. Trust me, I was there for it all. They put me in your head for the sake of their own pathetic career. I was there when we fucked those space hookers, Moxie and Jewn. I was there when we went on vacation and chased that Japanese lady away, and when we had that Christmas party and got drunk and high from roofies."

He remembered all of this, still baffled this all happened last year. It wasn't that long ago, yet it felt like it was. It was amazing how that worked.

"What should I do?" he said to the voice.

'"Do? I think, you should let me take over for a bit. Beckman isn't here to fuck things up for you and me. That guy knows too much about Greenseed. He'd report you in a heartbeat. So, what you need to do is let me take over."

"Are you sure about that? I know you've been going berserk ever since I hit my head. I haven't been able to get a grip on you. But at the same time, I'm done trying."

Listen, you dickhead. I know how to do things around here. You're too much of a pussy to handle it yourself. So, you gotta let me take more control, alright?

"And how would I do that?"

Hehehe...

There was a sudden burst through the front door. "Hey, JD? They cancelled bible study today. Something about Father Eric touching some kid? I dunno. Anyway, I'm hanging out at your place today if that's cool. Okay thanks!" the ex-party girl said, walking in to his house. She was wearing a striped shirt, ripped jeans, and had a red party wig on her head, resembling her hair back when it was dyed.

Audrey plopped herself on his couch, making herself at home. She grabbed her cellphone out. However, it seemed like Justin was nowhere in sight.

"Where is that moron?" she said, not knowing where he was. She got up to investigate. She then noticed the sound of water running in the bathroom.

"Ah." she said. "He's taking a bath. Dumbass probably smells like shit again. Ah, whatever."

She went back to the couch, proceeding to look at her phone.

In the bathroom, JD was running a bath. However, it didn't seem like he was trying to take care of his personal hygiene.

"Well..." he said, taking another chug at his beer. "I guess this is what you get. This is how it's supposed to be."

The bath was running, filling up the bathtub with ice cold water. Tears began running down his face. He knew it was time to release himself of the pain.

He then began to reflect on himself, his mistakes. All of the good people he knew and trusted, only to disappoint them with trauma dumping and bullshit.

"This is for you. For Tiffany, for Audrey, for my family, my friends, and for Stefano and his goons. You've won. I hope you're happy..."

The tub completely filled up, almost going passed the brim. He looked at the water, knowing that there was no going back after this.

"Well... Here we go." he said, stepping in, still having his clothes on.

When he tried to go under, the anxiety kicked in, resulting in him getting out from the water.

"Fuck... Okay, okay." he said, realizing he needed an extra push if he wanted to really go through with this.

He then took a pain reliever leftover from his head wound, as well as grabbing some heavy rocks Tiffany had in their bathroom as decorations.

"Joy, peace, love... Ironic that these rocks with lies written on them will somehow give me just that."

He then went back in the tub, placing the heavy rocks on his chest, weighing him down. It's time to be free...

"Shit, I'm hungry." the ex-party girl stated, getting a rumble in her stomach. She got up and headed towards the kitchen.

I wonder if he has anything good to eat in here...

Audrey opened the freezer, seeing what her friend had to eat.

"Hmm... That ice cream looks good, but I'm not in the mood. Chicken strips? Eh, no. Not in the mood for cock. Of course he has that frozen alfredo garbage. He's addicted to that shit."

She then opened up the fridge. The first thing she saw caught her eye.

"Ooh, what do we have here? An extra large pizza?. Hmm, I wonder if he wants to share this."

She grabbed the humongous pizza box out from the fridge and set it on the table.

"God, look at the size of this thing. That's a lot of meat." she said, blown away by the amount of meat on this extra large pizza.

She then glanced at the bathroom, wondering if JD wanted to cook the pizza for her. However, she noticed that the water had stopped running.

"Hey, Justin?" she said, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hey, you wanna cook this pizza for me? I'm starving."

He didn't answer, which was pretty odd.

"Dear, Justin. I want pizza, love Audrey." she said, still trying to get his attention.

I know that motherfucker can hear me. The water isn't running.

"ANSWER ME!" she said, getting irritated at the lack of response.

Fuck it, I'm going in even if I see him butt-ass naked.

She turned the lock on his bathroom door, as it was pretty easy to get without any keys. However, she walked in to a horrifying sight.

"WHAT THE FUCK? JUSTIN!" she said, seeing him under the water with rocks weighing him down.

She grabbed him out, the rocks falling into the tub. He was now on the bathroom floor, not responding.

"Oh god... Oh god..." Audrey said, shaken up by what she had witnessed.

"Hey, wake up. Wake up!"

She patted him on the face, hoping it was some sort of sick joke. "This isn't funny, Justin."

But, this was no joke. This was serious. The man wasn't moving.

"Justin, I swear to the sweet baby Jesus, WAKE THE FUCK UP! I'M NOT PLAYING WITH YOU!"

He was still unresponsive, She knew what he was trying to do. The ex-party girl then got her phone out and dialed her best friend.

"Hello?" the blonde nurse answered.

"Tiffany, your boyfriend has lost his fucking mind!"

"Woah, woah. Calm down."

"I CAN'T CALM DOWN!" she yelled, obviously in distress.

"Audrey, breathe. What happened?"

She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts so she could give a clear explanation.

"Okay, okay. Bible study was cancelled, so I went by your house because I was bored. I figured I'd keep Justin company. I heard the bath tub running, so I thought Hey, he's taking a bath because he stinks. No, I was wrong. He... He..."

"W-What did he do?" Tiffany asked, now worried sick.

"I think he tried to drown himself in the bathtub."

Oh God... Oh God...

"Is he alright?"

"I don't know. All I know is that he's unconscious in the bathroom, and there's an empty beer bottle sitting next to the tub. He's been drinking."

Drinking? He's never been a heavy drinker. He doesn't even like beer.

"Audrey, try doing CPR on him. If that doesn't work, call an ambulance."

"CPR? I don't know how to do CPR!"

"Shit..."

Audrey went back into the bathroom to check his pulse. However, to her surprise his body was gone.

"Oh shit..."

"What?"

"He's alright. He's not in the bathroom anymore."

"But where is he?"

The ex-party girl looked around, wondering where he went off to. There was a trail of water droplets leading into a closet.

"Ugh..." she said, opening the closet and seeing him hunkered down, bawling his eyes out.

"He's in the closet."

She then grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the ground. She forced him on the couch, grabbing him a towel to dry off.

"Thanks..." he said, almost sounding oblivious to what he had just pulled.

"I'm gonna leave work early. I need to talk to him." Tiffany stated.

"Really? Are you sure about that."

"sigh, I'm sure." she said, hanging up.

Audrey then looked at Justin, starting to question if there was really any point to this anymore.

"What the fuck is your problem?" she said, being blunt with him.

He sat there, being completely unresponsive yet again.

"Why do you keep doing this? What's the reason for this, huh? Attention?"

He sat there, twirling his thumbs.

"Talk to me! Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you."

Again, he was being unresponsive, still in some sort of trance.

The ex-party girl became frustrated, thinking about why a guy like him would even attempt something like this.

"You have a great support system, a loving girlfriend, a friend that looks out for you and saves your fucking ass, a decent house, and the list goes on. There's no reason for this. You need to suck it up and get over it."

"I just wanna look at the woods..." he said, mumbling that same phrase yet again.

"With the way you've been acting, you probably belong in the woods. You're like a wild animal."

He continued to sit there, looking down and mumbling.

I'm on my last limbs here. She needs to have him committed.