Sitting on my desk were tens of rejection letters from every college I applied to. I, lying down on my bed with music blasting, was defeated.

"Fuck, I give up man" I yelled.

"Keep it down, Ren. You can always take a gap year and reapply next fall" My mom responded.

Sighing, I got up from my bed and reminisced about my freshman and sophomore years where I had nothing to worry about and could read web novels all day with no care for homework or studying. 

'Wait fuck, those are what ruined my future. Fuck all web novels. If I studied instead of read, I would gotten into almost all of these colleges' I thought.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

So now what, do I become a bum who leeches off my parents or work a 9-5 only to barely make ends meet? Defeated, I stepped out of my room and onto the apartment's balcony. My body felt numb with the cold night wind rushing into my body. However, I felt no pain, I just didn't know what to do. I looked up at the full moon and silently prayed for another chance at high school where I could prove I belonged to the top colleges.

'Would anyone care if I disappeared? I had no friends. My parents might, but then again, they have three other children who all got into Ivy League colleges. If I end it here, I won't have to go through the constant disappointment and pain. Can I do it? Do I even have the courage to jump?'

Realizing that it was all pointless, I headed back to my room when suddenly, the floor of the balcony disappeared. I was falling, but everything disappeared. The apartment building. The moon. Earth. I was falling into a void. Is this my punishment for being a failure?