BLACK ((this FILE IS CORRUPTED))

Black is an alternate persona of blackzerocheck himself he is mentally and verbally abused and an anxious bipolar wreck who constantly feels depressed and hurt. And tries to make everything right for himself and anyone around him. Black had always been hiding his mental disorders and has always been mocked and betrayed and beaten around before he became the way he was today. He turned from an enthusiastic polight child to become and anxious depressed bipolar wreck. And it can be extremely difficult to talk to him at times but he is nice to some people and had a little kindness for people but is hard for him to show at all costs.

Story :

In the class sat a girl who was twitching the girl was twitching so much that sometimes it got him stared at. There wasn't much to talk about either way. He looked like a girl but he wasn't he was just forced all his life to believe he was one. He hated dresses he hated everything about them.. All his anxiety was written in his medical log. But that wasn't just enough, Nobody knew what he was hiding in the back of his books. Often the writings on paper looked muffled and too quickly written to be exactly readable. Despite some people thinking it was. It was strong cursive as his lips of the pen touched the ink.

Back in the class sat a common boy a blackhaired boy with the fanciest hair that was there in the spots. Sometimes the girl even wondered why he was friends with them and how they even got close to each other. Sometimes there were fights. And dear old Andy was always the victim of the bullying himself.

ÿou're weird, Why won't you hit her at all times?"

The answer was that violence was absolutely wrong and he declined "No why?" the boy with the messed brown hair spoke. "Yeah, That s because you re a tranny."

He gave a sigh and decided to talk over to someone else in the scene. Another teacher didn't show up which he mentally did not give a crap about. But was manipulated in sympathy. Sometimes he even wondered if he could trust him after all he did. Sometimes it was tougher to be there too. He knew something was not right about himself and he decided to ignore it as usual seeing it as the bullies and them to himself. That was just what happened right. Yeah, Often he sat alone drawing and reading books,and some friends even started backtalking about Andy himself. He tried ignoring it and just ran off somewhere to go read by himself all alone without any word sometimes he even wondered if this was right to do. Often he drew very violent pictures, The same at this time with violent photos and drawings. The photos looked similar to the style of a common artist in the 80's he would often be mocked and bullied at his school for his art style and even that he didn't had the best of hygiene due to his poor attitude at home. He was often a y to scared to even dare to take care of himself. He was acting like he was happy but he really wasn't. And often got blamed for things that he didn't want to be in.

It was another day on the campus where there were trees and all types of talkings were discussed. Sometimes he wiped the blood of his fingernails but he had no idea why it had happened, Or how it did. Sometimes even having parties of people hanging over at his place time to time. All this fiction kind of deprived in his head.

'' If I could just be.. someone else.."

He sometimes looked up and saw appearances he wore black. He was always wearing black. He may had been outgoing and happy back in the day but some things just startled him whenever he told somebody about his problems they wouldn't ever take him seriously. "It's all in your head they said."

They always would tell him it was his fault. For everything as allot of problems were going up. He didn't really care as long as the problems would go away. He would often sit in his room drawing for himself making jokes after the computer. Sometimes making sketches noyone would understand. And they would be deleted in a few years because they were just to worse to consider. All the things that were said were just broken. And all the things that were broken were promised promises who nobody would follow.

5 years later Andrew walked to the psychologist as he walked in with a particular woman.

'Andrew how may I help you?"

He mumbled as if a clock was in his hands as he was talking as he walked through the scene.

'Hey, Uhm.. I thought about murder.. and I don't think it's the right time to discuss."

as she flinched as she replied 'If you ever think that you're crazy and are going behind bars." He thought to himself as why the hell he wouldn't be helped. He was in pain and thought this wouldn't concern him. You couldn't blame him since everyone had let him down he started walking outside more and more. He didn't knew what the hell was becoming of him. He felt more empty and empty everyday as he started twitching.

His dad replied 'Oh you think someone except me is going to care for you?" he mumbled as he started eating as he told it to his mother it was told that it was going on in his head. Making him more confused and talking to himself as what they referred to him as imaginary friends as he stood as he knew he was going to be taken in.

'There's nothing we can do for you.. Andrew.." as Andrew flinched 'Don't fucking call me that.. name .." as he flinched

'You've seemed troubled.. we just want to help you with the situation.. but there's nothing we can do for you.."

as a loud grasp of air and chokily moving was surrounding the area.

And after these incidents he was never seen again.