"Killua......we don't want to be your friends anymore" Was the thing I heard right before I woke up.

'Oh, right, it wasn't a dream.' I thought as I got up and sat on my bed.  'How did I even get into this situation' To be honest I didn't know. I felt like crying, but no tears came out. So I am just chocking air, trying to normally breathe.(69lol)

I don't know what to do. When I was with them I was never bored... Well I mean I deserve it....for the people I've killed when I was younger, for the people I tortured, for being a bad friend... Maybe I should just die- NO, I deserve to die...

I got up from my bed, not bothering to eat anything I headed to tallest building here. When I arrived I quickly got to roof and all the happy, cheerful, beautiful but sad moments too flashed through my head. Do I really want to do this? I.. don't know.... Do I deserve this? Probably

I spent almost four hours here figuring if I should jump or not, but every time I wanted to jump I just couldn't. I don't know what I'm afraid of, I just couldn't. After another like fifty attempts to try to jump I gave up and headed back.

I was sitting on my bed for the next few days, not sleeping, not eating, only getting up for toilet and to drink something. This routine continued for another few days.

After that, I just dediced to take a walk. As I was walking a idea built up in my mind. 'What if I asked someone to kill me?' I thought. 'But who would want to do that?' I was deep in thoughts thinking about someone who would want to kill me. Then it hit me: The Phantom Troupe, a bunch of thieves who are not afraid to kill anyone who gets in their way.
I turned back, because that was the direction their base was in and walked there.

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