Oh boy...

"This suck so much...." A boy with raven hair said, walking his way to a library. He actually just got out of his school and received his mid-year exams results. He failed all subjects except one... English. It is not surprising that he got A+ in English but fail in his mother's tongue language. It's embarrassing really. A lot of people questioning him how he got A+ while failing other subjects. Even him himself can't tell how.

"I need to pass the other two points to get to an English Literature university... but how am I supposed to pass IF THE EXAM DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE?!" He screams to a tree, punching it so hard that it bleeds his fists. His hands tremble, blood dripping on the ground as he sighs disappointed. He sits on the ground and lean his back to the tree, pondering about his life. He is afraid of himself, that's what he had concluded upon years of observing himself. Not only that, but he had depression and it impacted his life so hard that he started to think it's better if he just sleeps six foot underground forever no matter if he went to Heaven or Hell. He just so tired of himself. Mentally exhausted, anxiety, being sleep-deprived and unable to focus on class taking a ton of his everyday energy. He can't even remember what his teacher taught him two days ago! His life is so tiring that it makes is much more obvious that he have depression, but people seem to not notice. Stupid, blind bunch.

The boy stares at the sky as his eyes half lidded. He sigh tiredly getting on his feet to head home. The place he's in is an abandoned playground that he always use to release all his pent up anger. He cried in this very playground alone, doing everything he can to make himself feels better. He just not the one to go to other people and complain about himself because he knows that there's someone out there that have much more a burden that his problems. He is afraid to ask for help even from his own parents because of judgement he had witness his parents shown. He is afraid to ask his teacher, that always ask what's wrong with him. He is afraid of judgement to the point he start to smile to hide all of his pain. All his pain he had hide cause him to be confused of difference in genuine and fake smile. He smiled to hide too much it confuses him to no end.

The boy blinks, just snapped out of the trance he's in. He thought about a lot of stuff but never seems to help him at all This only frustrates him even further. He rubs his heterochromatic eyes, the one with unnatural white while his left eyes is green. The eyebag worsening just by rubbing it. He sigh once again, ruffling his hair to make it messy. His previously neat mullet hair is now messy, kind off making his hair look like those korean guy with innocent looking hair. Huh...

The boy, Jacob Voorhees, staring at a cute looking cat cafe right across the street. He then got a feeling that something will happen since his feelings always right. He carefully jaywalking across the street, looking right and left making sure it safe to cross. Suddenly a car speeding towards him that makes his eyes wide in horror as he immediately jump back, barely avoid the speeding car. He sigh in relief manage to dodge another death just to found his body got hit by something that sends him flying five metres forwards. His body condition is horrifying. His hands mangled and bend unnaturally, he is missing a leg and broke the other which is almost cut off. He is standing on a vwry thin line of thread, trying to keeo himself conscious. He slowly turn his head to the cause of his death, only to deadpan. The expression is so obvious on his face that makes the bystander confused. He said, barely above whisper, "F*ck, its Truck-kun..."

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