The day was like any other; the only surprising thing was that it was actually nice outside. Sun was shining and birds were chirping a merry tune. Grass gleamed emerald under the bright, blue sky- and all this superb positivity is annoying.

Granted, it was beautiful day... a beautiful day to kick some ass!

Within all this unnatural serenity, there was the roar of obnoxious fans cheering on a game.

CRACK!

The neon yellow blur screamed through the air, but crashed right into a girl's knee cap. She collapsed to the ground, like a puppet getting its strings cut. Her high pitched screech split across the field and ringed in the witness's ears. Tears streamed down her scrunched face while she carefully cradled her injured knee. The pitcher's coach rushed onto the field, soon followed by the team medic. They crouched beside the pain-stricken girl, quietly whispering in their little huddle.

Meanwhile, the batter rounded first base and had sprinted to second, utilizing the pitcher's pain as a distraction to get a double out of her hit.

Now this may seem inconsiderate, but this is softball. The way I view line drives is if you're going to hit somebody make sure to hit them hard. Hit them hard enough and they're out of the game. Ok that is pretty brutal, but suck it up buttercup this is softball. Also, secretly, it has been one of my goals to take out a pitcher with one of my line drives.

My green painted lips curved into a smirk. I'm so happy! I can finally check that goal off my list now!

If you haven't guessed yet, I am the batter that hit the amazing line drive. I mean, damn, that was a hard hit.

Still with my obnoxious smile etched on my face, I fixed my attention back on the pitcher's mound in time to see the injured girl get carried off the field. A new, slower player took the mound and my highschool team soon started hitting multiple doubles and triples.

Just to summarize the rest of the game in an effort not to bore you, my highschool team won the game 6-5. And holy cow that was an amazing game!

"See you tomorrow, Hannah. Good game today."

"Thanks, you too," I waved at my teammate leaving the dugout.

Guess I'll put the bases and stuff away. It was a home game today so it was my school's responsibility to clean up the field, but all of my teammates abandoned the field as quickly as possible and my coach left to unlock the locker room door for them. At least my coach had the kindness to ask if the few people left would be able to clean up the field. I had automatically said yes, however as soon as he left my teammates ducked out. I sighed as I finished tying my shoelaces, and made my way over to each of the bases. I dug them out of the ground and then chucked them into the shed, locking the door. Walking back into the dugout, I grunted as I lifted my big catchers bag off the dirt and started slowly making my way back to the school. I had stored my school clothes and backpack in the locker room and needed to pick it up before my parents came to take me home.

And I have a bunch of tests tomorrow...that should be exciting. Hopefully there is still somebody left to open the door for me.

I strolled through the partially forested path that led back to the school, dragging my catcher bag behind me. I looked up at the trees hanging over my head, pondering what I would do when I got home.

So before I do my homework I need to get something to eat, most likely ramen, and then I get to chill for a bit. Maybe I'll continue reading that Naruto fanfiction that I found.

Fun fact about me is I am a very avid reader and love any book with fantasy, adventure or romance. So when a friend went on and on about this anime called Naruto, I thought they were a crazy nerd. Ironic because I take pride in calling myself a nerd and usually when I call someone else a nerd it's a compliment.

But I decided to humor them and watched the first episode. Guess what? 500 plus episodes later and I still loved it. So when I ran out of episodes I looked up fanfiction for Naruto. I usually do this with books that I absolutely loved and had finished. I just never want the fantastical world to end and have to return back to a boring reality.

If I could, I would love nothing more than to go to a different universe within my favorite books and movies so that I could have an adventure. I dream of having magical powers and being unique compared to the generic human; and I truly believe that magical abilities and creatures still exist on Earth.

Alright, so my finalized plan for this afternoon is go home, eat and then escape into the fictional world.

My gaze fell back down and stared at the random shadows casted by the sunlight in the treetops.

It's funny how much I'm pinning for a fictional world when I already have a pretty lucky lif…

I whipped my head to the right and peered into the forestry as I heard a loud snap. I tried to look beyond the trees and branches at the forefront, but could not see anything out of the ordinary. I shrugged my shoulders and continued moving forward, although now my guard was in hyper mode.

A screech escaped my mouth as my eyes locked on a man standing in the middle of the trail. But as soon as I recognized him my shoulders lost a bit of their tension.

"Yo, Jim hello." Jim was in a few of my classes this year and I had paired with him in a few group projects. He was a nice guy, a little quiet at times but overall very kind. Despite our small connection, I would have continued to walk past him after my acknowledgement, but the tired look in his eyes made me freeze. His lanky frame was slouched in defeat and it pulled at my heartstrings.

"Hey are you alright? You don't look too good." His hair was disheveled and clothes were wrinkled and torn in some places. His tired eyes were also a blood red and his mouth constantly tugged downward in a frown.

"I'm just tired," he finally sighed.

"Tired of what?" I questioned quietly. He took a small step forward. I stood still.

"I'm tired of school. I'm tired of my so called friends. I'm tired of my parents. I'm tired of my life!" His voice progressively became a yell at the end, accompanied by another few steps toward me.

My heart was beating rapidly and my brain was in overdrive. I wanted to help him so much, it's in my nature to help others in need. But he seemed like he already made a decision to help himself. Weird.

"Hey, Jim," I gently placed my catchers bag on the ground and held up my hands non-threateningly, "I know life sucks at times, but you have to focus on the long game. You will eventually find true friends that won't hurt you. You are not the only person with terrible parents so don't throw yourself a dramatic pity party when you could be protecting others in your same situation. You need to stay strong." I mimicked him and took a couple steps towards him, deeply hoping my words had an effect.

"No, no, no!" he violently shook his head, "I have been fighting and staying strong my entire life! I never had any chance of happiness and nobody wants or likes me! I deserve freedom! I deserve a stop to my suffering!" His hand reached behind him and slowly pulled out a gun with shaking hands.

"I just wanted somebody to know. Somebody who could actually genuinely care about my life," he shoot a sad and weak grin in my direction.

His quivering hands quickly brought the gun to his temple and he scrunched his eyes up, expecting the end.

" NOOOO!" I rushed forward and grabbed the gun by the barrel, hoping to wrestle it out of his weak grasp. Nobody was going to die on my watch. Surprisingly, he was strong, the type of strength pulled from determination.

"Stop it! I want this!" he cried. I refused to listen to his ramblings and continued trying to pull the gun away from him.

Unexpectedly, he let go. My momentum made me tumble to the ground, but so did the gun. It slipped from my grasp and landed harshly beside me. The impact ignited the loaded gun. The last thing I remembered is hearing my scream fill my ears and seeing the dark hole of the barrel glaring back at me.