Michal, nickname Mike, was a decent kid growing up. When he was 12 years old his mother and father bought him a cycle on his birthday. Mike love the gift and he would ride it everywhere.
On his 13th birthday morning at 5am Mike went out to ride his cycle like usual. But he crashed on the sidewalk while trying to avoid a fast car and broke his right arm. He had to suffer the pain for 7 more hours before they could perform the treatment.
1 month later some complications happened and he showed the arm to another doctor. Turns out the previous doctor performed the wrong treatment to earn more money and that damaged the nerves. Now Mike couldn't hold a pen with his right hand which was devastating considering he was right handed.
It took 2 more months of treatment to finally heal the arm enough to write slowly. But now he couldn't return to school because he was kicked out for not returning after 2 months, Mike did give a notice warning the school about his new found complications but the school lost the letter and clamed they didn't receive it. With no other option if Mike wanted to continue studying he had to switched schools, so he did.
But in this new school he was bullied, a lot. He couldn't prevent it since he didn't have any friends and was physically very weak. After 2 years of constant torment he switched schools again but it made no difference. The only thing that changed was the faces of the bullies.
Mike gradually became silent and now doesn't leave his room. Its been 2 years now and he is still inside his room, locked away from the pain of the outside world. His parents are worried but they don't know what to do.
But then one day something strange happened.
13 November, 2019.
Mike POV:
This morning while getting down my bed I slipped and hit my head on the corner of the table.
But strangely I didn't feel any pain. I was bleeding a lot from the cut on my forehead but I didn't feel any kind of discomfort.
The house was empty since my parents were out working. I looked at the clock and it was 11:30 am.
I went to check my wound at the mirror and sure enough the cut was big. I looked at all the blood pouring out of my forehead and flowing down my legs. I then looked at the blood trail on the floor.
"I guess that how I die."
I didn't even bother to stop the bleeding and just went to the kitchen to eat the breakfast. I didn't wanted to die hungry. I then turned on the TV and started watching a movie.
10 minutes into the movie I fell asleep.