AN: Trigger Warning! For people dealing with depression, suicidal thoughts, and self harm. Please get help if you need to, this story is not meant to promote these destructive mindsets, however, it is my way of coping with them. Fortunately, I don't do self harm, but have had a couple close friends who do engage in it. So, this is for all the people struggling, and for all the people looking to find a great story with yaoi romance in it :D (love that stuff! :3) Anyway, let's begin, shall we?

The razor grazed against the underside of my wrist several times. I wondered whether or not I should actually do this. My bed's soft sheets consoled me as I dangled my legs across the bed. A washcloth lied beside me, just in case things got ugly. The events that led me to being so emotionally distraught brought me here, on my bed, about to bleed my pain out.

I wondered if this would really help me: I've never done this before and have only heard stories about it being able to eliminate emotional pain. At least for about a few minutes, so I've heard. However, a gloomy cloud hovered over my mind, glossing over my thoughts and feelings. It told me that this act would delete all of my painful memories for a little while, and I could've sworn I heard a voice repeating a phrase in my head.

"Do it, do it, do it..."

My hand moved on its own, and the razor pressed against my skin, a droplet of blood already formed from the blade as it pierced my pale skin. I was tempted to drag it along my arm, slowly, allowing the physical pain to numb my mind and thoughts. However, despite the alluring notion that my agony would disappear, I waited. The razor stood, motionless, against my skin, it ripped words through my soul screaming, "Use me! Use me! Use me!"

But I didn't. Instead, a somewhat miraculous person, my savior and best friend, burst through the door to the guest room. With her mouth gaped open, she flew over and snatched the razor from my hand, dropping it on the floor away from me.

"What are you doing?!" She screamed.

I glazed my eyes over her, Melody had her hands curled into fists, yet, the expression on her pale blue face looked far from that of an angry ghost. My mouth refused to spew out the words I commanded it to say, so I waited for Melody to speak again. Watching her glowing golden eyes rapidly dart about put me in a trance; I almost didn't notice her body, donned in a scarlet dress, shaking like it was 30 degrees below zero in here.

"What is this?" She continued to pester me with questions, unfortunately, none of which I could properly answer.

"Melody... I-" I mumbled, my mouth released its gripping hold against my words. "I don't know what to say."

My eyes refused to look at her, the menacing glare burned holes through my heart, and I sure as hell could feel it too.

She crossed her arms. "You know what? Never mind, you don't have to tell me. From what I can see here, I already know." She flew away from the bed and phased through the door. In an instant, she popped her head back in and said, "Dinner is also ready, come on down when you're not trying to maim yourself."

Melody flew down the hallway, and I was left alone to my own leisure. At this point, a choice could be made: I could continue what I started, or I could go to the Dining Room and eat. My brown boots hit the white carpeting, and before I knew it, I smelled my signature dish waiting for me to eat it. As I traversed the mansion halls, my stomach grumbled, and I knew even my stomach couldn't contain the excitement for dinner time. Looks like we both have something in common, then.

My hand had the habit of trembling before I reached for any doorknob in the mansion: I don't why it still does that. This doorknob wouldn't be any different from the rest. I heard the door creak open, leading me into the dimly lit Dining Room. Two tall torches were in the front and back corners of the rectangular shaped room, and they encircled the large, elongated table in the middle. Instead of the usual siting of Mr. Luggs scarfing down his meal, most of the ghosts were placed around the table to eat this time around.

The ghosts were kind enough to save me a spot next to Biff Atlas, great, he's going to bore me to death with proper workout techniques again like last week.

The constant chit-chatter between the ghosts filled my ears, I could barely make out my own thoughts as I sat down next to the ripped, workout-obsessed ghost. He didn't even have manners: Biff just sat there and wolfed down chicken breast after chicken breast, then again, the man needed his protein. I, on the other hand, just rarely picked at my linguini, taking a small bite every once in awhile to show that I'm at least eating.

The muscular ghost turned to me and said,"You know what? You need to start eating more and working out, you're looking pretty thin." Bits of chicken flew out of his mouth as he spoke. Please, at least chew your food and swallow before you speak, Biff. Regardless, I felt offended by his comment but decided to just go along with it.

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed. Maybe you should train me sometime?" I chuckled at my own remark.

He laughed as well, but then he had one of the most serious expressions I have ever seen. He must've thought I was serious. "Yeah, great idea! How about you train with me tomorrow?"

"Oh, shit," I thought. "Haha, y-yeah, that's a great idea..." I pretended to laugh a little as I placed my hand behind my head. Honestly, I just wanted to die right then and there. His workouts were going to be brutal, and I knew it. I'd rather not have to take on that ordeal.

Since I was late to dinner, most of the ghosts had already eaten and left the room, however, I felt the need to leave the room as soon as I could. A simple bathroom break should suffice, I hope.

My body rocketed from the chair, it responded by scooting backwards at least a foot, then I shouted aloud, "I gotta use the bathroom!" I never ran so fast in my life.

Taking a right down the hall, not even acknowledging the fancy decals plastered on the pale green walls, I took a right past a corner. The breaker room sounded really nice right now, nobody went down there, it was always my place of solitude. However, an obstacle blocked my path this time: Shivers, the butler.

He floated in front of me, candelabra in one hand, unlit of course, since the old fart was afraid of fire. Unfortunately, the old ghost stopped me in his tracks and placed his hand, palm facing outward, in front of me.

"Where are you going, Master Luigi?"

"Uh, I-" Come up with an excuse quick! Why did I excuse myself from dinner in the first place? Oh yeah, the bathroom! "I needed to use the bathroom."

He glared at me with squinted eyelids. "Hmmm, so you have the burning desire to use the bathroom? Might I advise you that it is in the opposite direction, Master Luigi."

"Shit," I thought. "Er- yeah, hehe," I rubbed the back of my head, "I forgot." Sweat trickled out of my skin and dampened my clothes, I was a dead giveaway.

The butler sighed and rubbed the area between his eyebrows, allowing his green eyes to shut close. "Alright, I'll let your simple mistake slide this time. Make sure to memorize this mansion more thoroughly next time." He opened his eyes and continued wandering through the halls. He even phased through me and went about his own business, probably heading to Melody's room to serenade her or something. Ah, what a hopeless romantic he is.

Despite the minor setback, I could finally reach my destination and rushed into the unfinished basement. Before I reached the basement, however, I could've sworn I heard another ghost floating about. Maybe it was my imagination or something.

As I descended the cement staircase, glancing at all of the cobwebs and worn out brick walls, I heard a creak behind me. My body turned around faster than a spinning top, and I noticed that I just left the door open. The slight breeze must have made it waver and creak back and forth a bit. At least, that's what I hoped. Shaking my head, I discarded those horrific thoughts and made it to the door leading to the breaker room. Usually this room is used only to house the electric generator, but I used it to house my never ending need for solitude. I opened the door and headed inside.

The Breaker Room had the electric generator in the corner, and next to it, a large pile of barrels I like to sit on. I climbed up the pyramid stack of barrels and immediately began to enjoy the peaceful darkness. Although, I had to admit, getting privacy in this mansion was quite difficult, it's very cumbersome to find a place where you can be alone, because there's a ghost around every corner.

It took me a long while to notice, but Shivers was halfway phased through the Breaker Room door. He floated next to me above the pile of barrels.

"So," he said, "want to tell me why you had the unbridled desire to leave the dining room?"

I shook my head.

He sighed. "Well, I don't want to force it out of you, but having to fake using the bathroom to leave the dining room isn't like you."

I contemplated telling him for a moment. Then I just thought, "Screw it".

"Professor E Gadd told me that Bowser has annihilated the Mushroom Kingdom. He's even kidnapped my friends!" A small increment of silence fell between us. My eyes were about to burst into tears, but I batted them away quickly and continued, "I don't know what to do... without Mario... I'm nothing."

The Butler stared at me with concern. "Luigi, I know how one feels when they are in this type of situation, where everything looks bleak and miserable. The flames of passion are no longer burning to keep you going. I understand."

I wiped a tear trickling down the side of my cheek.

"Take Melody and I, for example. I love her, but no matter what I try, she just won't feel the same. However, I'm always optimistic about the situation, so I'll have the motivation and drive to keep me going. Do you understand, Master Luigi?"

I nodded. I had to admit, what he said felt quite invigorating. Unfortunately, he's wrong, just being optimistic about a situation doesn't mean it'll all work out. It just makes you try and try at something that may never work out no matter how optimistic you are. But, Shivers is not here to argue with me, so I'll just accept his advice, maybe he'll get the hell away from me even sooner.

I want to be alone.

Shivers floated down from the pile of barrels and said, "I hope you figure out this situation out in due time. I pray that your friends stay safe. Good luck, Master Luigi." He phased through the door, and I was finally left alone with my thoughts.

I stayed in the Breaker Room for awhile until I remembered my food was getting cold, or worse, Mr. Luggs ate it. My stomach rumbled again, and, out of instinct, I ran back to the Dining Room.

The food I barely touched still stood where I left it. Except, all the ghosts left the room except one: Melody. She was always a slow eater. I sat down and began to scarf down my linguini, not even caring that I looked like a slob.

Melody glanced up from her neon colored, holographic food. "You really need to eat more, Luigi. Your eating habits are causing you to act like a slob."

I laughed at this. "Melody, don't worry so much, I'm fine. I'm just not as hungry anymore."

She nestled a hand underneath her chin, her head now swayed to the side slightly. "That's something that begs concern, Luigi. It's not healthy, and considering what you were about to do this morning..."

I glared at her. "Don't."

"Fine, I won't talk about it, if that's what you were implying. However~ I think you need to cheer up a bit." She gave me a bright smile. "Come on over to the Conservatory and we'll play a few songs together. How 'bout it?"

In truth, I didn't want to, but I couldn't let her down. I wanted to be left alone, yet, I didn't want to leave Melody alone either. She's my best friend, after all. "Okay, let's do it." I flashed her a fake smile as she got up from her chair, grabbing her empty plate as well. We both put our plates in the kitchen sink next door, then we traveled down the hallway towards the Conservatory.

The room had been filled with musical instruments in every corner: including a harp, cello, some bongo drums, and a xylophone. There were more, but I couldn't figure what they were called. However, one beautiful instrument stuck out: the piano. Melody always played the piano during the day, I guess you could say she was quite devoted. She's even improved more so as a ghost than when alive.

Melody led me over to her piano. "Pick any instrument and lets start playing," she said with bright smile. I decided to pick the bongo drums, since its quite simple to just pick up and play, or so I thought. The beautiful pianist's fingers danced across the ivory keys, playing a memorable tune resembling the overworld theme of Super Mario Bros 3. My bongos couldn't keep up, I mean, I couldn't keep up with her, so I just kept banging away at the drums. As the song ended, she attempted to stifle a laugh but failed.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Nothing, you're really good at playing the bongos, Luigi." She snickered at me again.

Okay, sarcasm, I'm terrible at playing the bongos, I get it. "Yup, I'm the best there is." I shot her a smug grin and bobbed my head up and down, which only resulted in more laughter from the pianist.

"Yeah, I think you should join a band or something." She chuckled again.

I flung my hand out her. "Nah~ I'd rather head to bed than form a band."

"Are you really that tired?"

"Yeah, I've been having some sleep problems lately, and it's getting late too, I should probably hit the sack soon."

She floated away from her piano. "Okay, I guess I'll let you sleep." I couldn't see her face, but when I saw her shoulders sag, and heard the tone of her voice, I knew she didn't want me to leave just yet.

Too bad I was too tired to care. "Alright, see you tomorrow, Melody, you're the best." I smiled at her and left the room. The lights in the hallways were already out, I was surprised that time flew by so fast today. It would've been nice if I had my flashlight right now, these hallways are so eerie when they're unlit.

I made it back to the guest room and plopped down on my bed. Basic hygiene didn't matter to me at the moment, I didn't feel like getting up from the comfort of my bed, and I was just too exhausted. My eyes closed shut, and a billion thoughts invaded my mind all at once. Were my friends okay? Are they waiting for me to rescue them? No, I can't rescue them, I can't even get out of the mansion. The more time I waste here, the less time I have to save Mario and my friends. What if they're already dead? Bowser wouldn't... would he? It was too early to tell, and my mind couldn't function due to my lack of sleep. These thoughts clouded my mind, and I couldn't even catch a wink of peaceful slumber until later on in the night.

My mind must be telling me something.

AN: Alright! Chapter 1 is a go! Updates won't be too frequent, just to let you know, and I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter :) Bye! Reviews are appreciated :)