It's not raining. For once, it's surprisingly nice. I find it coincidental that today happens to be the ONLY DAY in a long time that the sun is out. That's just Mario's luck, not mine.

It's 8am. I'm brushing my teeth, I'm looking in the mirror that seems to give a quite an eerie reflection... Wait, that's just me being paranoid. When am I not? I've spent 5 minutes brushing my teeth, not because I want to, but because I'm thinking about today. I just want to get it over and done with. I know that as soon as I step on the beach, I want to cry my eyes out. Heck, I still love that girl. You know... THE GIRL THAT'S MARRYING MY BROTHER? I sigh putting my toothbrush down. Just then, he walks in. I sarcastically smile.

Mario: Hey! What's taking you so long in here? Do you have a gum infection? B-Because, if you do, you should get a check-up.

Luigi: I don't have a gum infection... *Rolls eyes playfully*

As much as I love Peach, I can't hate Mario. What has he done to deserve that? I've been thinking about what Waluigi said. Did he really take the princess away from me? No, he can't have, he would never do that. Would he? I mean... she wasn't even mine anyway.

Mario: HELLO? EARTH TO LUIGI. I need to pee, and then get ready for my wedding.

Luigi: [I don't have a response to that...] Okay Mario. *Leaves*

I sit there in my room, staring mindlessly at the wall. We need to leave soon, I'm not really being considerate today. At all.

Luigi: *opens his closet and pulls his outfit out*

I've decided to wear a tuxedo. A black one. Kind of like the colour of my soul, eh? This includes a white, formal shirt and a silk, green bow-tie. Prince Peasley said he would style my hair. Yes, he's coming to the wedding. Why? Because Mario wants to set me up with somebody. I know Peasley likes me, but I don't like him. He's really sweet but EXTREMELY vain. He cares about his hair more than any human being.

Luigi: *puts his outfit on and goes over to the mirror* [Wow...] *Twirls around* [I hope Peach notices me...]

Dad: *enters the room*

Luigi: *sees him in the corner of his eye and gets scared* [Please... Don't...Hit me...] H-hello...

Dad: ...Sit down.

Luigi: *sits down without hesitation and sweats*

Dad: Listen to me, boy. It's Mario's big day today. You will NOT screw this up for him, just like you do with everything else.

Luigi: *nods* Y-y-yes...

Dad: I'm warning you, if you do, you're going to regret it. Big time mister.

Luigi: ...[Why am I listening to this excuse of a father?] *Stands up* I'm not scared of you. You've treated me like shit all my life. And for you to think I would 'screw up' Mario's wedding is pretty pathetic of you!

Dad: *raises his fist* HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME-

Mom: *walks in* Everything alright, boys? *smiles*

Dad: *scratches his head and kisses her* Yes, dear.

Mom: Alright then, the cab is going to be here shortly. Make sure you're ready! *leaves*

Dad: *Eyes Luigi up and down leaving the room*

Luigi: *puts a pillow over his face and bawls his eyes out* _I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU. I WISH YOU WERE DEAD._ *Throws the pillow across the room and puts his hand under his bed, pulling out a razor sharp blade* [Can't...stop...]

I put the blade to my wrist, making more deeper, meaningless cuts. Each and every second I did this, I regret. I hate myself. I want to stop. I can't. I feel unloved, abused, tormented. The pain wont stop. I start to get flashbacks of my childhood.