Hello, blazingalex here. I have given Ryan the A-OK to extend on his cameo appearance in Crazy Talks, creating his own backstory. Take it away, Ryan!
Uh, hello? I got this randomly and was told to edit, so I edited. This introduction is kind of brutal, so if you're not into that kind of shit, I'd advise that you steer clear of this, but I know that Alex's readers are probably used to it by now. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Suicidal Tendencies
Pain. Regret. Loneliness. Hopeless.
Rope. Chair. Blade. One slice. One jump.
Cold. Dark. Bloody. Breathless.
Tie knot. Attach to ceiling. Head through noose. Slice down arm. Kick chair. That easy. My name is Ryan, and this is my story.
"Ryan! Get the fuck out of my house!" A bottle of alcohol flew past my head. I ran out the door with my pack, protecting my head.
"Fuck you too, Mom"! I shouted back. My family's been a wreck ever since I was born. My dad left when I was young, making my mother turn to booze. She became an alcoholic and an abusive mother. Cuts and bruises covered my body from self harm and the beatings I received. I sprinted out of the front gates of my former tiny home, but accidentally tripped on a rather large stone, causing me to fall face first into the ground. My mom took the chance to throw her last empty beer bottle at me, nailing me clean in the back. I grunted in pain as I got up and passed the last corner to escape the final moments of torment from my mother. And now, I'm free. Free, depressed, and have nowhere to go.
No one loved me. No one cared. Why bother? No one will notice. No friends, no family, no funeral. Just a dead Glaceon. That's it. No news broadcast, no march, hell, no burial. Just a rotting body, a lifeless corpse. No family would even bother to cry, they would go on with their life like nothing happened, because that's exactly what I am. Nothing. I am nothing, and will always be nothing.
As I walked down the road, I thought to myself, 'How would it feel to be hit by a car?' I kept my eyes peeled, waiting for a semi to come around the corner and plow into me. But it didn't come. Silence pierced the cold, night air. It was just me. Only me. Alone. No one around.
Night was falling. Clouds covered the sky. The temperature dropped. I kept walking, my shivering form making it hard to cover ground fast.
I found an old abandoned house a few miles down the road. A place for me to rest my head once and for all. A musky smell swarmed my nostrils upon entering. Perfect. No one will find me here. I walked up the stairs and found a nice bedroom, a chair sitting in the corner. I put my pack down and grabbed the chair, positioning it underneath a large beam that stretched across the ceiling. Pulling the rope and razorblades out, I made my plan. Slice and jump. A sure way out. I tied the rope to the beam, grabbed my blade, and stood on the chair, slipping the noose around my neck. I heard the front door open, but that didn't stop me in the slightest.
"I'm free," I whispered before driving the blade deep into my wrist and dragging it up my arm. Blood spilled everywhere. I kicked the chair away, letting gravity pull my body down. A faint smile formed on my face. Noises and shouts filled my ears as my world grew dark.
I heard a soft beep.
Well, that was a bit short, but introduced our main character. This was originally supposed to be on xGlaceon's' page, but he wanted me to post it. Sorry about the lameness.
Violence! Lots of violence and depression and other sadistic shit! I think I'm crazy… Maybe. Thanks for reading.