After Axle's room was cleaned up, he and Carly sat down on his bed. "You're probably wondering how much times I've attempted suicide, aren't you?" Axle said catching Carly's attention. She looked at him and nodded.

The two sat down on Axle's bed before he said, "Hold still because I'm about to tell you my life story."

I've been alone since I kindergarten when I look back now. All the kids clicked... they all got together so well while I was left in the dust. To be honest, the solitude didn't bother me... It was the people who drove me to solitude. Back in second grade it happened. Up until then I was a happy kid, but it all changed when a bunch of kids from the fifth grade started to call me a name that ruined my life. I think that was the first time I experienced the feeling of resentment.

I refuse to think of that name and swore never to utter it, up until this day. That name ruined my life. Why you may ask? It created anger, hatred and being the kid I was, I tried to chase after those ass hats so I could kick their asses. They escaped me with ease and it left me exposed as a vulnerable target.

First it was a few people, then it was a few classes and then the whole school. It hurt me. Worse part is that the teachers would either ignore it or join on on the "fun" . It pissed me off. Every day was dedicated to making my life a living hell.

I had to watch every one of my movements, what I ate, where I was and I kept my mouth shut on what I liked.

I tried to stay away from people, but they just chased after me in larger numbers than before.

My parents kept telling me to ignore it and they said that they went through the same thing when they were my age. They had no idea how wrong they were.

At one point when I was ten, the pain grew too much. It was more than what I could handle. Laura didn't give a shit about me, I was always bullied and it made me give up. I hated my life so much that I decided to end it.

One time during class the teacher and the students kept mocking me, shoving me around. So what did I do? I took a big ass pair of scissors and got ready to stab myself in my heart.

I gave up. What was the point in living if I was supposed to live such a hell known as life? I mean, seriously!! What kind of ten year old tries to commit suicide? Nobody has even heard of it. Unfortunately I was forced to live.

Even though I tried to kill myself, it didn't phase anyone. They still continued. It was then when I started to lose my mind.

Any hope of recovery was completely lost. It was only realised as a problem when I turned twelve. I hated my parents for seeing it as a serious problem when I turned twelve.

It was then when I was moved to a new school, far away from everyone who was associated with me. I could tell Laura hated me since she was pulled away from her friends and her boyfriend.

Since I was still in defense mode, any chance of a better life for me was fucked up. It continued, and I publicly attempted suicide for the second time when I was fifteen. Little known was that I was suicidal and attempted suicide whenever I got the chance. Since I was ten up until now.

I made no friends and didn't plan on making any. The older I grew the more I realised how fucked up humans are. As I said, they're a complete write off of a species. I honestly regret doing anything and I regret living.

All I had to keep me calm was gaming. But who knows how long that will last? I've been broken so much that repairs can't even be attempted.

I just want it to end right now. I was always alone with no-one to help me. So I kept thinking that maybe it was okay for me to die. Hell, everyone would probably gather around to throw a big ass party.

I've been cutting myself since I was fourteen and I was in counseling until last year. Only reason I got out was because I lied to get out.

I still cut though. But not as much recently. All that's left now is a gamer who plans on the mass extinction of the human species or the murder of himself.

But let's be real, it's not the former since one guy can't do that, so it's clearly the latter.

So that's basically it. My reason for why I hate people and myself.

Carly looked at Axle, who didn't even look at her. She pulled him in for a hug when she saw a small tear fall from his eyes. The way they sparkled, revealing the broken soul within.

Humans are a cruel species. It's no lie. Carly had her fair share of pain because of people. She wanted to tell Axle but she feared that he would push her away if she did so she chose to keep it to herself. She was greatful that Axle shared his life story with her.

"Axle, thank you for telling me your story. I really appreciate it."  She said as she tightened the hug, refusing to let him go.

"It's okay, thanks for listening." Axle said resting his head on Carly's shoulder while she did the same on his shoulder.

"Thank you Carly." Axle said. "Thanks for what?" She asked confused.

"Thank you for being different than all those write offs. For being better." Those words meant the world to her for some reason. Right now after seeing what Axle's been going through, she made it her mission to keep him happy. So long as he was happy with her, she knew that she would be doing her job right.

"You're welcome Axle." Carly said before she slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.