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It was a dark September night, just the kind that Ecstasy loved the most. He was leaning to his desk, eyes covered by his palms. The CD player filled his dark room with the music he loved. "Check my vital signs, know that I'm still alive --" Shivers went down Ecstasys spine and he reached for the boxcutter from his drawer beside the bed. He slid out the blade slowly, licked it, got up and went to the mirror to pose with the knife. He held it tight in front of his face in a defensive stance, like badass guys in movies tend to. -Fuck you, he said. -Fucking fuck! Ecstasy thought he looked really badass. If he only could look like this at school too, it'd be nice. He checked the time. It was 02:12, Friday night. What to do now? Ecstasy placed the blade on his forearm, not exactly knowing why, but as he heard someone coming up the stairs, startled he let the blade slip. He got cut quite deep and it was bleeding a lot, too. What his mom saw was his son Eric standing in the middle of a dark room, bleeding with a knife at hand. -"Eric! What is this? What's gotten into you?!" -"Mom! Shit, you don't understand anything, get out of here now!" -"No I will not, Eric. You go get some Mickey Mouse- plaster from downstairs and then you come up here and explain to me what is going on with you lately." Bitterly, Ecstasy left for the plasters as his mom had told him to. Walking downstairs, he thought: "What fucking right does she have to order me around like that? I'm the goddamn Ecstasy, Jesus Christ."
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