I said while looking up, while laying in bed.

I should actually be in school right now, but I'm not because I shut myself in my room. 

That's right, I became a shut-in NEET you see in a lot of anime.

 But I have good reason for it... 

Or at least that's what I try to tell myself. 

That being depressed was a good reason for staying in your room for the last two months.

And if you're wondering how I'm still alive even after being in my room for two months, my brother would come upstairs to my room to give me food.

If your wondering why I'm depressed though, well, that's easy to explain.

First of all, I had this really beautiful girlfriend, who shared my interests.

But sadly, she cheated on me with my bully, of course.

For the second and main reason...

My dad died.

Other than my brother, he was the only one who genuinely cared for me.

My sister hates me, cause, well, cause she's a bitch.

And my mom only cares about my performance at school, not "me".

I then hear a knock on my door.

"I'll leave this here for you."

I then hear a soft clatter behind it.

It was my brother, and he left me some food.

I then heard soft footsteps going away from the door, then a stop.

"If you need help overcoming this, you have me you know?"

He said with his usual soft tone, before walking away.

I then slowly opened the door.

He left me some curry rice, mild, just how I like it.

I really appreciate his efforts of trying to cheer me up, but, I don't think I can for now.

Anyways, better eat.

I then take the plate, and close the door behind me.

"Thank you for the food."

I then slowly start to eat.

After eating, I then place the plate outside, as I had for the last two monthw.

Then...

"You're scum, you know that?"

It was my sister, dressing inappropriately as usual.

She was here to do her thing, be a bitch, as always.

"You're better off dying, like how our useless dad did."

That last part really ticked me off, but I didn't do anything about it.

Instead, I went back in my room.

""You're better off dying", huh?"

That part made me think.

What if I did die?

That way, it wouldn't be so hard on my brother.

I always here him getting scolded by mom and my sister for still trying to help me.

It would be a win, for my brother, and for them.

I then look up at my roof, white concrete.

Empty, just like me.

I'm such an emo.

"I guess, I should just die."

I then look to my desk.

On top, my things I use at school are there, including my box cutter.

I then stand up, slowly walking toward it.

The box cutter I mean.

I then grab the box cutter and extend it, before putting it next to my neck.

"Wait, I'm going to spill blood everywhere."

That's what I thought.

I then go to my rooms balcony.

People are outside, since our house was in a crowded neighborhood, they were a lot.

Once again, I placed the box cutter next to my neck, but this time, I slit it, without hesitation.

I then fell from the railing, and I saw my brother outside running to me.

He looks terrified, he really does care for me.

I also see a girl who kinda looks like my girlfriend.

Oh, wait, I'm losing consciousness.

I guess, this is it.