Warning: Not for little kids. If tu do not like knives, I suggest tu leave now.

Hello! I'm thinking of posting this to Fanfiction.net.

Anyway, yes this is about Mike. It may be a bit OOC, but it's Fanfiction. Anything can happen XD


'Just leave me alone!!' I yelled.

I... I, just can't take it anymore. My life has been nothing but trouble, all thanks to these personalities. They torture my life, thinking it's all just a game.

But, no.

It's not a game. It's reality! My personalities just don't understand. No-one does anyway. How I wish to be normal. Why can't I be like everyone else? They don't have to deal with this problem! They can live in a land where flores bloom and rainbows shoot across the sky. 

But me? 

My life is the complete opposite!

I was only five when I got diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder. It was when my father psychically abused my other. 

He then left.

After that, my mother didn't care anymore. She would sit still every afternoon in the house, just staring at nothing. At that age, I had no idea what was wrong with my mum. I then developed MPD. I researched and many people got it after something terrible that must of happened in there life.

My parents never cared about me. 

I would always get in trouble at school with my other personalities.

I got bullied.

I had no friends.

I was alone.

My personality's had ruined my life. If only...

If only... I could just start over. Start a brand, new, fresh life. But will that happen? No, it won't. I had to face the facts that I have to deal with MPD.

But I just can't take it. So, I decided on what to do.

I was alone in my bedroom and thought 'This is it. I'm ending my life,' 

Picking up a cuchillo from the beside table, I lowered it closer and closer to my wrists. I could hear the angry thoughts of my other personalties in my head.

'Mate, what do ya think you're doing?! Are tu wack!?'

'I'm still young. Not as young as those darn, annoying kids though,'

'Hey, Vito needs to stop this from happening. I still have ladies to attend to!'

'Don't worry, Svetlana will stop this!'

I gasped, making Svetlana come out and try to flick the cuchillo out of my hands.

'No! I've made my decision! I'm ending my life and that's that!' I yelled gasping back to normal.

'No! Not on my watch!!' I gasped again, as Svetlana replied. Svetlana punched my cheek, technically punching her own but I tried to resist her plans to stop me. The cuchillo still had gripped tight in my hands, so I tried as hard as I could to near it towards my wrists.

All the personalities were yelling inside my mind. Svetlana kelp coming out but I tried to ignore her.

'No!' Svetlana yelled as she came out, watching the cuchillo in both of our hands almost touching my wrists. I gasped again and replied 'Yes. I'll finally be happy. Away from all of you!'

The cuchillo blade streaked across the skin of my wrists, hurting like hell. The pain started get worse as the blade shoved deeper into the skin, further and further. Tears stared flowing to my eyes but I thought 'Remember. The pain is good. I'll be happy now,'

Blood began to pour out like crazy. The dark, red liquid flowed down my hand and dripped onto the flood, staining the carpet below me. I squinted as I couldn't stand to see my own blood, butt I remembered it was for the best. I started to feel dizzy, the whole world spinning around me and began to fade away. I smiled.

'I now can be free,' I whispered. At the last second, I gasped making Vito come out.

'You jerk!' he yelled but then disappeared as my body fell against the floor, lying against the cama as the pain soothed me to my death.

'Goodbye life,' I whispered in a weak tone.

That was when the whole world went black.


Well, that was the first attempt of 'a person actually dying' story I've written.

Thanks for lectura :) Sorry it's quite short.