John Doe — An eighteen year old from less than pleasant background.

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Is it weird that you sometimes contemplate suicide?

All in the cause to get away from your dysfunctional family. Your father is a jobless drunk and a literal wife-beater. Your mom smokes and sometimes doesn't come home for days on end. You don't know where she goes, but you can't blame her when your dad keeps finding ludicrous reasons to bruise her. Your older sister is the resident slut and avid party animal. Most morning consists of the neighborhood wives yelling at your front door for her to stay away from their home. You, well, let's say, you're the only one close to normal. As normal as a sociopath who is bullied and ostracized in school can be.

The worse thing is that none of it seems to be getting better as the years drag by, and in fear, you await the day when everything would go to hell and take your family with it. You just wish for when people will stop pointing and sneering "those Doe's" at your house.

But Life really stinks at granting wishes.

Yawning, you stop typing on your phone and plug it to your charger. Then, you whisper a short prayer like you always do, and lay back to sleep. If only you had seen your phone light up with the notification: NEW APP: MOOD METER INSTALLED. Oh well, tomorrow is a brand new day.