Your name is Sollux Captor. You've been really depressed and cutting yourself for about two sweeps now. You've even attempted suicide, but before you can someone walks in and you rush out of the room hiding the evidence, no-one seemed to care that you were acting so strange, maybe they wouldn't care if you were dead either. You hide it from everyone because you are really scared of what people would do if they found out. Would they hug me? Beat me up? Insult me? Try to make me talk about it? You honestly don't know, but you don't want to find out either. It's best to keep this a secret for as long as you can.

Today is Monday. Dear gog you hate Mondays, it means you have to wake up early for the next four days afterwards and deal with people's bullshit for about six hours each of those other four days. You and your troll friends have been living here on earth for half a sweep now, so that means you have to go to school like the humans your age. You decide to stay home today; one more day away from hell won't hurt anyone.

You wake up really late in the day, around 2 p.m. but you don't really care. You crawl under your bed and bring back out a blood-stained knife. You sit on your knees in the middle of the room and place the blade on your arm. You pierce your skin lightly but not so light that there was not blood oozing. You go deeper and start on another in the same general area, cutting just as deep maybe even deeper. Your gold blood pours quickly from your veins causing you to be very dizzy. You place the knife back under the bed and sit in the corner of the room bracing for unconsciousness to hit him any second.