Another new story; whoo! :D I'm really rolling these out, aren't I? I have a feeling I'm going to regret working on so many things at once later down the line…anyway! Hope you like this one!

Ch. 1: Bitter

I absolutely hate sleeping.

You're probably scoffing right now, thinking, You kidding? Sleeping is the best thing since TV shows and video games. And besides, sleeping is good for you, right? Our parents are totally trying to kill us, making us wake up so early.

Oh, I've got no argument against that. Your parents are totally trying to deprive you of sleep. That's why they make you go to bed before ten at night so you can wake up at six in the morning. They're trying to make us dark broody teenagers see the light. It's complete madness! The horrors you guys go through; good Lord, I can't even imagine.

…

Good God, I can't keep up this façade.

You know what; I actually envy you. That's right; you heard me. I envy you lazy-ass teenagers whose parents make you go to bed early and wake up early to "see the light". Am I making sense? Did I completely weird you out? Listen, at least when you wake up, you see something. I, on the other hand, am asleep in the dark, and awake in the dark. Always. No sun, no light, no color, no shapes. Nothing. If that wasn't a big enough hint, let me spell it out for you.

I'm blind.

…No, I don't mean figuratively! I mean it for real – I'm totally blind. I can't see anything. My eyes don't work. They're broken. Understand me now? Are we on the same page?

Good, because I don't want to explain any further than that.

Did you go blind at some point in your life? you might be wondering now. Like because of an accident or a sickness or something?

Ha! Don't I wish. I've been in the dark for over eighteen years. Or – if you're too stupid to figure it out or you're just thinking too hard – my entire life. From the minute I was born, I was in constant darkness.

Why did that happen? Tch, heck if I know. Maybe it was genetics. Maybe it was because my mom was a heavy drinker. Or maybe God was just an asshole like that. Who knows. Life just sucks.

And don't give me that God had you born blind for a reason crap. I can't do anything when I'm blind – I can't see! How the hell am I supposed to accomplish anything when I can't see anything? What can I do for God living in constant darkness? No, before that – why would I do any favors for God in the first place? He's the reason I'm blind! If God has this so-called "undying love" for everyone, then where was it all when I was born?

Screw it; I can't talk about this anymore. I don't even remember how I got off onto this stupid tangent.

…Oh, right. Sleep and how I hate it. Because it constantly reminds me that I can't see. That's what it was. That's still totally true, by the way.

Though the only good thing about sleep for me is that whenever I do, I always hope that I would suddenly be able to see when I wake up. That amounts for more disappointment for sure, but hoping against hope isn't a bad thing, you know. Even if it is totally implausible.

…Ergh, it's getting late. If I'm seen awake at this hour I'm going to earn myself a two-hour long lecture about how I should never neglect sleeping at healthy hours. I guess that that's all the brooding I'm going to do for today.

Vanitas out.

Well, there you go. Hope you enjoyed that. :) It's my first time writing Vanitas in first person, so…if it wasn't all that great, I apologize.

Anyway, this was my first chapter to probably (hopefully) one of the deepest stories I'll write. Please let me know what you think! This chapter was a character set up chapter for Vanitas. Next chapter we dive into plot, so it'll be much longer.

And please understand that I'm not anti-Christian; heck – I'm a Christian. And I have nothing against blind people – I'm legally half-blind as well. I'm just leaving room for his character to develop. Please understand that before writing any hate reviews.