I am Hoodie my hood conceals most of my most sadest darkest secrets I have. I seen my life fall into someone else's hands but I won't ever get my life together I know that for a fact. Im just a puppet, a creation of someone else's work of terror. I try telling people but they don't understand there clueless. I'm drenched in pain and conflick while there dancing on sunshine. I walk out of my room my black cloth mask with a red frown stitched onto it is covering my face so no one see's that I've been crying. I had a girlfriend before all of this, now she's dead. It's my fault now things have spiraled down the toilet. I drowning in my owm misery and sulking in the past. I go into the kitchen and take a bag of potato chips up to my room. Someone grabs my arm and drags me into their room. I look over to see Masky who has been through most of it like me but mine has always been worse then his. "Hoodie, please don't lie, tell me what's wrong" Masky says. "I....I... It's.... Its happening again" I say. Masky hugs me but doesn't let go. "Fight it please do it for me" Masky cries. We've been friends since this happend and he acts like a brother to me. "I won't leave again,  I'll try to stay here with you" I say. Suddenly the room gets darker and I hear a ringing in my ears. I fall to the ground coughing. I pull my hood up a tad bit only to reveal my mouth as I cough blood out. "Masky take me to my. haa my room fast" I say trying to stand back up. Masky puts his arms around my waist and quickly guides me to my room. He sets me on my bed and starts looking for my pills. To tell you the truth the pills don't work. "Leave" I cry as he gives me the pills. He looks down at me concerned but leaves knowing I need my privacy. I take the pills and I continue to cough. After my coughing fits die down I pull a blade out of my pocket. I slowly make deep red rings around my wrist. I watch as the blood slides down my arm and drips onto the carpet. I continue to cut only having muffled cries. I lay in my own dark, cold rooms.