I wake up with a sudden jolt, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. I then notice something tight wrapped around my neck. Putting two and two together, I launch my hands up to my neck to try and save myself. My eyes immediately open, revealing not only that I'm in a somewhat sizeable room with some furniture placed about, but that I'm looking at all this from a few feet up.

With my legs dangling...

And a chair knocked over just a few feet away from me....

Fuck.

Now with panic guiding adrenaline through my veins, I reach up to grab at whatever is holding me up by the throat, all while the corners of my vision begin to fade. My flailing body causes me to sway back and forth, slowly rotating myself involuntarily as I finally grab a hold of my noose. Simultaneously trying to loosen the loop and pull myself up, I get the littlest of breaths, practically addicted immediately.

However, my fat ass proves too much for the one arm trying to relieve the noose tension, and my grip fails. The small, yet sudden, drop of my full weight causes not only to launch a new wave of pain through my neck, but also causes the fan to suddenly rip out of the ceiling and fall with me. I collapse onto the floor feet first, immediately falling over on my ass. All while the ceiling fan crashes onto my chest. It would have knocked the wind out of me if I had any to begin with.

Ignoring the pain in my ribs, I shove the fan off of me and rip my noose off. I immediately gasp the precious gas known as oxygen as I begin to have a coughing fit. After a few minutes to get my coughing under control, I slowly  sit up as I take deep breaths. I look down to the ceiling fan, spotting the noose attached to it that would have been my end. A couple shoelaces... A fucking product for feet almost turned me into past tense.

Disturbed by the thought, I distract myself by looking at my surroundings to get a better understanding of my situation........

???: Where the fuck am I?

Once again, I see I'm in a room. Four beds, two tables, and a couple shelves surround me. There's also the broken ceiling fan, but I don't care for that anymore. Over all.... none of it looks familiar to me. Confused, I think back to the last thing I remember before waking up hanging from the ceiling. And that being........ waking up hanging from the ceiling...

???:... Fuck.

Taking a few deep breaths, I calmly stand up, walk over to one of the beds, grab a pillow, and smash my face into it.

???: hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmgh!!!

Now with that out of my system, I toss the pillow aside and begin to gather my bearings.

???: Ok! I'm in an unfamiliar place, was hanging from a noose....... and I don't even remember my name. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Slightly more annoyed than worried about my lack of memory, I start looking around the room thoroughly to find some sort of clue to, well, anything. Most of the books on the shelves proved useless, talking about things like history, geography, poetry, and people with two souls or some stupid shit. During my search, I actually spot a folded piece of paper on one of the desks. I grab it, unfold it, and see that it's a note.

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Dear world,

I just can't take it anymore. No matter how hard I try, I can never seem to meet anyone's expectations. In fact, it only seem to worsen their views on me whenever I try. I don't know what I've done in a previous life to be hated by so many people, but I'm putting an end to this. Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't be the son you wanted.

L̶o̶v̶e̶
(Y/n)

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???:..... Wow, this (y/n) guy sounds like a pansy.... Wait.

I snap my head back to the fan, the noose that was wrapped around my neck still attached to it.

(Y/n): Aawww crap, I'm the pansy!

I crumple the paper up in anger and toss it to the side. Continuing my search for less depressing knowledge, I start to get a little more rough as I look around.

Who am I kidding. I'm just trashing the place at this point. The amnesia, the lack of information, and the idea I tried to kill myself is just a bit much to comprehend. So much, in fact, I grab the broken ceiling fan and toss it right out the window, shattering the glass.

After a minute or two of letting off some steam, I observe the destruction I've caused to the room. Overturned beds, broken desks, and torn up books.

(Y/n):....... Yeah, that felt good.

Letting out a sigh, I just glance about to find anything else to break. What I end up finding is a book poking out from under a pillow. I walk over and grab it to see if I can smash it through a wall. As I do, I notice my name on it.... Belaying the wall idea, I decide to see if this could be of help. Opening it up, I realize it's a journal. Interested, I take a break from my tantrum and sit down on one of the beds I haven't flipped over. Getting comfortable, I begin reading.

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Dear journal,--

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(Y/n): Oh, thank God, I don't call it a diary.

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Dear journal,

This is my first time writing in this! Nothing important to talk about, yet. See you soon!

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(Y/n):.......... *sigh* This is gonna be a long read.

So after about half an hour or so of skimming through the journal, I have deduced five important facts.

1. I am in someplace called Beacon Academy.

2. My mother, who I have no recollection of, works here.

3. I am part of some team called PNKY. Just thinking about the name choice makes me want to try and kill myself again.

4. Literally everyone here is an asshole.

5. I am depressing as all sin.

The only note worthy thing about the whole journal is that it looks like someone stole it and wrote their own entry at some point. I can tell from the girly hand writing.

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Dear diary,

Today I disappointed mommy by getting beat up by a girl, and probably liked it too! I also got ditched by my super cool team at lunch because I smell and had to eat alone again. I think I'll go cry while I jerk myself to sleep tonight.

L♡ve,
Crybaby (y/n)

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Over all, besides the multiple hints of suicide at that the end, nothing else worth mentioning. Finished with the journal, I close it, stand up from the bed, wind my arm back, and toss the book as hard as I can at the wall. While it doesn't punch through like I wanted, it left a sizable dent where the journal hit before exploding into a cloud of paper. Amused by the end result, I just stand in place as I think over carefully on my next course of action.

(Y/n): Alright, it's obvious that my life here sucks. I have no reason to trust anyone for help, even my quote unquote "mother". Over all, I sure as hell don't want to take anymore of this bullshit lying down. So what does that leave me? Hmmmmm...

Just then, as if the universe had the audacity to eavesdrop, I suddenly hear a rhythmic ringing. Also, I feel a vibration coming from my ass. This only lasts for a second as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a weird rectangular piece of plastic with a yellow diamond in the middle. After a few seconds of staring at this thing, I take a gamble and press down on the diamond. This elicits a click as the doohickey splits open by a crack. I grab it by both ends and just slowly pull it apart. This activates a see through screen with what looks like two notifications. One says Mom, and the other Kiwi.

Shooting the piss, I press the Mom one first. A window pops up with a short message.

[Meet me after school. We need to talk about your poor performance in your classes.]

Very informative. I move on to the other message.

[Hey loser! Me and the rest of the team are heading into the city to hang out. Make sure to get our essays done b4 Monday. Later.]

And that's about it. Deciding not to do either of that, I send both people a simple two worded message.

[Get fucked.]

With a slight grin, I close the device and just toss it aside without care. Almost a few seconds later, it's starts ringing like crazy. Ignoring it, I finally make up my mind on what to do next. Stepping over the destruction I've left in the room, I make my way towards the door.... and just decide to get the fuck out. Leaving the noisy device behind.

(Y/n): Fuck this shit, I'm out.

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