29 August 2027
Dear diary,
This might be the last time I write on your pages. Maybe the last time you'll see my face.
I can't explain what's happening in my head anymore. It's too loud. Too heavy. All I hear is one word, over and over—
Jump. Jump. Jump.
The pen slips from my hand. Ink smears. Blood stains the paper. My face begs for help, but my voice refuses to scream.
I've suffered so much that even heaven—or hell—would be more peaceful than this life.
(Author's note: Call me Pandec. This is my first story. Please enjoy.)
Boy's Perspective
M-my… (a trembling smile stretches across his lips)
My name is Gana. Half Chinese, half Japanese. My life wasn't always this miserable… until he came.
(Rage cracks in his voice) Red hair. Tall. That deep voice.
Fuck… that bastard. Why me? Why me?!
(Creeeeak—the door slowly opens.)
A figure steps inside. Tall. Red hair. Eyes glowing red in the dark. His smile is sharp and cruel.
"Well, well, well…" his voice slithers across the room. "So you really were here." A laugh escapes his throat. "I'll make you shed tears of blood for everything you've done."
Gana stumbles back. "Why me?! Who the fuck are you?! What did I ever do to you?!"
The man tilts his head, smiling with childlike innocence.
"Why? No reason. I just feel like killing you. But…" He leans closer, whispering. "I won't kill you until you know my name. They call me… your—"
"Your…?" Gana's voice shakes.
"Your death." The man grins. Then suddenly laughs. "Ha! That sounded cringe, didn't it? Damn, I've been watching too many dramas."
Before Gana can react, the man lunges. The world flips. His body crashes through the air.
The countdown rings in Gana's head.
Then—impact.
Silence.
The red-haired man straightens, brushing off his coat. He looks directly at you, the reader, his crimson eyes locking onto yours.
"Oops. I did tell him, didn't I? That I'd kill him after telling my name."
A wink.
"Well… that is my name."