CHAPTER 0

The rain poured once again nothing more than the cries of the nothiness above. The cold tears frolicing down from the sky in many drops like buckets of water being sprayed upon me. My clothes drenched in the tiny droplets. What are the words? Cold. A feeling. That I struggle to feel just like other normal emotions. It's for the better feeling, nothing but cold as stone. I don't mind the feeling. Of nothingness. It's perfect. As I slowly lifted my gun from my belt, towards my head clenching the trigger… 'bye bye.' I murmured, as my eyes dulled.

Bang! Blood spluttered, all over as I fell to my knees before falling front forward into the murky puddle below. As my vision faded as my vessel drifted into a numb darkness.

The consistent sound of beeping followed. As I awoke to a blurred light my eyes dulled. 'It's fuzzy. It didn't seem like it worked. The 43rd attempt.' I mumbled, slowly regaining feeling of consciousness within.

Many wires traced back to a lone iv drip. I tugged on the many-layered bunch of bandages upon my face, leaning forward unraveling them quickly. I was in a hospital for humans. I had to leave. As I yanked open the window. Voices called out as I jumped forward. Out the window as I reached out to the building ahead missing by a lot I fell to the concrete. I picked myself up in an instant as I began weaving my way back to my apartment quickly, through the narrow alleyways, still dressed in the hospital robe nearly tripping a few times. In no time I had ended up at the building.

Again It failed again, as I stopped before the stairway that led to my apartment block as I gathered my iced breath. Following the metal steps, the same steps that I've walked along for more than 8 years. This apartment is not my home. A shiver ran down my spine as I slammed the door in an instant sinking down. This. I abruptly clenched my chest, my chest burning. As blood lapped from my mouth. As my vessel trembled.

I stood to my feet, staggering to the kitchen. Digging for a knife. As I ripped off the upper part of the gown that shadowed my back, I punched the knife into my backside. Blood spat as I carved deep into flesh until I hit my shoulder blades. I followed with attempts to rip out the remnants of my inhuman qualities. My hands trembling. As I banged my fist onto the bench. The knife went flying. My hands bleached in blood. I wish I would bleed out but that would never happen. I regain my breath. I forgot about that. I haven't been there, have I? To that hell hole. The lumen sector. I looked over to the blood spluttered pamphlet lifting it close. The perfect job is waiting- I collapsed due to the blood loss.

Three years passed as nothing, My 28th year existing in this horrible world. After escaping that agences grasp. His bloodied grasp. Tenebris. The one who deprived me of real hope. I hate it, I want to die. As I rolled over starting into oblivion. I eventually sat up, my sight dulled. It is impossible to starve myself, impossible to die of blood loss. What is there? I forgot this world has nothing good to remember, I let out a lonesome sigh fixing my posture sitting upwards. Everything is annoying. But you.

'You.'