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Hello, my name is Emily Johnson. I am 12 years old and I am suicidal. One time in fifth grade I was mad at my mother for forcing me to do my chores so I downed 10 melatonin gummies and went to sleep. I was disappointed to wake up in the morning.
Another fun fact about me is that I have a god complex. Have you ever heard of the song "My Ordinary Life" by The Living Tombstones? You probably haven't it's super underground but the lyrics go "They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade." I find those lyrics to be extremely relatable because I'm basically God. I manipulate my friends and I will hurt you so be scared.
Today I was walking down the streets when I saw a tall man with brown hair and body covered in bandages. Immediately I recognized the man.
Osamu Dazai.
My biggest Kin.
My face instantly turned up into a wide smile as I ran towards him and threw my arms around his shoulders. Dazai immediately drew a black pistol from his side pocket and pointed it towards me as he dodged my second attempt to hug him.
"Dazai senpai why are treating me this way?" I asked as I pressed my hands together and bowed my head.
"Did the Guild send you?" Dazai questioned.
I looked up at Dazai with confusion as I got up to my feet.
"NO! I-I- I wanted to commit double suicide with you... Aren't you always looking for a pretty lady to die with? well, here I am!" I said as I twirled. "Don't you like suicide?"
"I like suicide." Dazai deadpanned, "I don't like you."
"Y-you don't like me? B-b-ut I'm just like you-"
Whatever I was about to say, would never be heard. Dazai reloaded his gun and shot me square in the forehead. I dramatically fell to the ground as the wound on my forehead bleed out.
"Americans," Dazai scoffed as he shook his head and shoved his gun back into his pocket before finally lifting my body up and throwing it over the bridge.
The end.