Chapter 1: Probably a New Life*

  Today is just like any other day, wake up, wash yourself, pack your backpack, go to school, learn some useless junk, then come back home. Yes, it's just like any ordinary day, but for me, no, for me, everyday is a living hell. Wake up, have a cold shower, pack my backpack, try not to get on a fight with my alcoholic father, get bad grades at high-school, then come back home to be beated by both of my parents.

   My name is Jake Normalh, I'm 19 years old, I got short dark hair, I am tall and I am of medium build, cause my parents never let me go to a gym, and I have really, I MEAN REALLY BAD GRADES. Seriously, I even got a F for not having my equipament, and at some math tests, I am lucky if I get C. Anyways, the reason for my grades is because...my life is shit. I won't get a job because of my grades, my parents don't even love me, and I don't have any friends.

   "Jake, could you tell us the answer from page 134, exercise 17?" Mr. Lerry asked. Right now I was attending the Math Class, and if you don't know how to math, then, boy, you're in trouble. Really. Big. Trouble.. I woke up, got up from my chair, I was surprised by this. Mr Lerry was rarely asked me to do math problems.

   "Uhhh....18?" I said, with a confused look. The whole class started laughing, pointing their fingers at me. Then I looked at the problem, there were no numbers, just x and a and shit like that.

   "Jake, would an F help you into paying attention?" He asked, with a deadpan look, looking directly at me.

   "Um...no Mr. Lerry, I promise I will be pay more attention and be more into it next time" I said, scratching my neck, looking at the ground.

   "I hope that is going to happen....Alright class, the next exercise consist in Pythagora's Formula" He continued, writing at the blackboard.

   Phew, I was so close, I couldn't afford an F, my parents would kill me, literally.

   After school is over, I started heading back home. I hope my parents are going to remember that today it is my birthday, and I am turning 20.

   When I opened the door, I took a glance at my mother, she was cooking something in the kitchen, it was, I think, salad? Oh god, I haven't ate anything but leftovers just because of my grades. She has not payed attention to me while I was taking my jacket off. It was almost like I did not exist.

   "Uhm, mom, do we have salad for dinner?" I said, confussed. I hope she knew about my birthday.

   "No, this is for our uncle, Donald. We are going to visit him today, I am hoping that he will give us his money after he dies." She said, still not looking at me. She spoke as she took a bowl and put the salad in it, then wrapped it up nicely.

   "Then what can I eat tonight, I haven't bought anything." I asked as I took a peek at my stomach, I was pretty skinny. I kept staring at it for a couple of seconds until a growl came out. "Mom. Please."

   "There is some bread on the counter" She stated, pointing towards it.

   "But, I thought, you know, eat some real food, because, it's my birthday after all." I asked using a sad tone before I started to slowly eat the bread.

   "And? I don't give a shit about your birthday, maybe your dad will not beat you this time." She said while mixing the salad with some carrots.

   That hit me like a bullet, some tears already started to drift from my eyes. Shaking my head, I head upstairs and crash into my shitty bed. There was nothing to do in this life, my parents won't even care if I die, neither any class-mates. Then I realised....maybe I should suicide.

No, think about that, maybe you could get a job, and buy a house, and live without them. Suicide isn't going to help you. My brain said using a worried voice.

Nobody would ever hire me, I have the worst grades in the school. After I finish it, my parents will throw me out of the house, screaming at me to find a new house.

But maybe you can try to learn. Maybe you can try to get better grades. Maybe you can try not to be such a lazy whore. And when you do, the first thing that is going to happen is YOU laughing in their face.

No, you don't understand, my life has no point, there's nothing you can do about.

But-..Everyone's life has a point, you have been sent to earth for a reason, all-

Enought! It's my decision, and my decision is to suicide, and what if get into the Hell, maybe I could get some friends there.

You are going to go to hell for this. And trust me, you'll cry.

Yeah, whatever, tommorow is my last day. And I will show you that nothing could make this life get better.

Let's hope someone with more brain cells than you is going to help you, tommorow. Let's just hope... That you're not a pathetic loser which gives up on his life that easily.

Yeah whatever.

   After finishing my brain discusion, I started to drift into sleep.

     The sunrays started to creep into my room from the broken window, covering my whole face. After I woke up, I headed towards the shower, only to be stop after noticing someone is already taking a shower. Well looks like my mom stole my morning shower. Forgetting this, I got my clothes from my diry closet and dressed up. I packed up my backpack and started heading towards the highschool.

   I walk down the corridors of the school and finally arive at my English Class, I open the door and see my coleagues, I sat down on my bench and began the waiting game.

   Mrs. Rebecca entered the classroom, she had an angry look. Oh boy, this isn't good, either somebody will get a detention or another bad grade, just for their 'personal' collection, and that person would either be me or Johnson.

  "Mister Jake, can you show the class your homework." She asked taking a glance at me. If intense stares could give people heart attacks then I would die right now.

  OH SHIT! I forgot to do my homework. What excuse can I make up? I'm sorry Mrs. Rebecca, but the thought about killing myself has made me forget about my homework...that's a great idea! I thought about it for a second before faking the best poker face ever.

  "I'm sorry, Mrs. Rebecca, but my dog ate my homework." Wow, such an original excuse. Shut up brain, it's all I got okay? I was hoping for this to work.

  Then, THE WHOLE CLASS started laughing at me, again. That's when my teacher facepalmed, she wrote down in the catalogue for the English Class an big F with my excuse on it, so others teachers could see it, great!

  Well, today school was pretty much the same, got another warning and got beaten up by the bullies from the school's footbal team. While heading towards my house, the pain from my bruise started to hurt me again. I tried to open the door, didn't work... What the hell, did my parents forgot to give me the right key again?

  I started to hit the door with my fists, yelling "Mom, what the hell, why is the door locked?"

  The door was locked from the outside, I could hear my mom saying "You're old enough to have a house now! From this day, you will no longer live here!" I started to panic, my parents hated me, not that it was something new, I already knew they hated me but now they wouldn't even let their own son inside their house.

  "Hahaha, really funny mom, but seriously, it's starting to get cold outside. Now open the goddamn door." I laughed nervously, thinking they're only messing with me again.

  "No, you need to learn to be a real fucking man, like your uncle, now get the fuck away from my house you twat! Before I call the cops!" She replied. I was shocked, I couldn't believe that my life was getting worse than it already was right in this moment!

  Lowering my head down, I started to walk away, tears flowed throught my eyes. Now, thinking of this situation, my brain lied to me, he told me I could change, he told me my life could be changed into something better if I TRY, but this turned to be worse than I though. Now, it's time, I'm going to suicide.

You did not try to have a better life, all you did was wake up and hope for the better, you have forgot your homework, you have made your parents hate you soo much because of your grades that they kicked you out like garbage. Maybe you don't deserve a life, you don't even try. So go on, kill yourself, I dare you.

I already told you that nothing can change this... killing myself is my only choice now!

You can make a change, but you don't want to.

It's only your fault that you always forget to help me at math test, now there ISN"T ANYTHING YOU CAN DO!

Is it my fault that you did not OPEN a book nor did you try to learn from it. I have nothing to help you with at the math test because I LEARN FROM YOUR ACTIONS, WHAT YOU TEACHED ME IS TO NOT LEARN ANYTHING.

Okay, now, all is lost for me, tell me, my gorgeous brain, WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO NOW, GO TO JAIL???

Two choices: Get a lame ass job and work hard. To make a change. And maybe try to go to a lame ass school too. Then advance.

The second choice is to kill yourself, yeah, kill yourself. Just let it all out. Your guts. I hope it is going to hurt you.

Yeah, I think killing myself would be a better idea, I don't even want to live on this planet anymore.

You really are a lost cause aren't you...Fine, do as you prefer, you'll remember these words, my words, in hell.

Fine.

    Now, I was thinking, how could I kill myself, jumping from a building? Neah, I could survive.

Buy a gun, it's easier that way. Shoot yourself right into the brain, aka me. Have a pleasant death.

Yeah, good idea, oh wait, I don't have money...

Steal one, die trying. You don't need anything right now, you want to die. So. Go rogue. Do shit.

    As I was walking down the street I thought: There aren't any gun shops in the city. Who could possibly have a gun, OH! A cop...of course. There are lots of cops patrolling the town.

I hope you're going to get arrested so you won't suicide at least..Oh wait, you may die in prison.

Don't worry Brainy, I will grab his gun and I won't waste the time...I will shoot myself right between the eyes.

    With my luck, I found a policeman walking beside some shops. I saw his gun on his belt, a black Glock.

    My eyes started to sparkle, then, in a flash of second, I started to run towards the cop!

    I quickly struck the cop from behind. I did not want to waste not even a second more on this world. I grabbed the gun then pointed it to my head...

    "Hey, what the fuck are you doin-..." The cop didn't even finish his sentence before turning around, his ears were ringing from the gunshot. The sound made him dizzy.

    He found me on the ground, lifeless, with a big red puddle behind my head.

    "Officer Tenkeny, we got a situation here, code 69 red, the man, a caucasian male of around 17 years old commited suicide with my gun. Request imediatelly medical service, Str. Walhart Nr.27, over." Tenkeny spoke to his radio station. I was laughing so hard when he tried to revieve me. There's no way in hell that I could still live after shooting myself like that. Speaking of hell, I found myself floating in a black void, it was weird, I was hoping there would be a giant gold gate and some clouds. But here's absolutely nothing.

   "Helllllooo? Anybody 'round here?" I yelled. Nope, nobody here, nobody could hear me scremaing, nobody could know what I feel right now.

   After waiting for around 5 minutes, a big white light appeared in front of me. I covered my eyes, the light was sooo bright and so....warm?

   Before I could say anything, the light started to approach me, then without any introductions, I got unconscious.