Let's just say, not everyone is cut out for “life,” or what we call life. I've tried living how people have told me to. I've gone to therapy to “live the life I should” at least that's what they said. Before we go there first, I think I should introduce myself, my name is Kai, Kai Glass. I am an aroace non-binary person. I live in a quiet neighborhood with a loving family, although, my dad is normally out on business trips and my mom is pretty busy. The reason I ended up here, like this, is that I was shut out of people's lives, people acted like I wasn't near them and when I did try to talk to them, they gave me a disgusted look and told me to go off myself. Ever since 2nd grade, I've given up on trying to become people's friends. When I do try to become someone's friend, it's already too late. The yearly rumor went around, and no one wanted to be my friend. If you're wondering what the rumor is, I couldn't tell you, I have no idea myself. Every year it changes to something different. The only reason everyone believes the rumors is that they are friends with the popular kids and don't want to get associated with an outsider. Due to this, I was bullied from a young age, and it's never let up to this day. The bullying got to a point where I just wanted to die. I wanted to die no matter what the costs. My parents got me to start therapy because they were worried about me. I went to say therapy sessions because I didn't want them to worry about them. It didn't stop me from wanting to kill myself. I decided this year on October 23rd I'd finally do it. It was only a few days after my 17th birthday and both of my parents would be gone. I have already ripped off the last 2 months of my calendar and was just waiting for the day to hit. I started to work because I didn't want to leave my parents with nothing in the end. Not only that, but I wanted to give them something that would help them out with anything they needed, not like they needed money, but it was the only thing that I could offer. I was set on this being the end, and I didn't want anyone or anything to change that. And so, I made everyone hate me even more, so they wouldn't want to talk to me.

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  Buzzzz! Buzzzzz!

  My phone started buzzing on the other side of my bed. I hadn't gotten up at all today. It was 2:30 in the afternoon at this point. My mother was calling to check in on me. I eventually found my phone somewhere on my bed and answered it.

  “Hey Honey, how are you?” My mother asked as I picked up the phone.

  “I'm good,” I answer.

  “Your father and I are going to come back home today, make sure to eat.”

  “Alright.”

  “Have a good day!”

  “You too mom.” Our conversations may seem a bit dry, but I don't quite like talking on the phone. The reason my parents are coming home tonight is that I'm starting my first day of school tomorrow. First day of junior year. Luckily because everyone has friends now no one will bother me. Well, except the people that just moved to this school, but there aren't many of those. Hopefully, this will be one year that I will actually have peace and quiet.