“Tsk”, was what he said as he submerged himself under the scolding hot water that filled his cheaply made porcelain bathtub.  His long, light blue hair floated above his eyes as he put his face below the surface and looked up at the ceiling.  His body was beginning to relax as the tub began to change to a light crimson color.  He could hear his heart pounding away as he fault to control it and his breathing since he didn't want to alert anyone, that may be near, of his current task.  He could hear the music playing from the radio that sat on his counter beside the sink.  'Fitting', he thought to himself with a smirk, 'a song for me'.  His normally silver-like fur was beginning to take on a red tint as the tub was becoming darker and darker.  He closed his eyes, as the murky red water was beginning to sting, and began to think how he had gotten to where he was.
	 My name is Alex and I am in my early 20's.   I'm your everyday, run of the mill fox.  I have a white-grayish fur that looks silver while my head fur is a very light blue and tail is long and bushy.  My eyes are deep forest green.  There isn't anything outstanding about me really.  I have quite few friends and some ok family members I like.  I spend most of my time wasting my life on the internet talking to people I've never meet in the offline.  I'm also the kind of vulpine that is always happy for others but never himself.  What I mean is, when I'm around people I'm happy but when I'm alone I let my true feelings out.  They've slipped a time or two but no one ever saw since I was always behind someone... There are some days when I can't help but to slip.  My job is dull and boring to me except for the days I want to kill someone... I never would though since I'm pretty much a coward.
	Well, I was sitting at my desk doing what I do everyday at work when I realized something.  Something that made me cringe with emotional pain.  I realized that I was going to end up alone again in my life.  My family was going to move away and my friends were going to disappear after their schooling was done.  That was my biggest fear in life now days since I had recently experienced what it was like to have people that actually liked having me around and cared for me.  I shuddered in my seat and tried to forget the thought but it was right there staring me in the face.  I feigned like I was working through the whole day and began to slowly walk to my flat.  My music player seemed to reflect my mood by picking the most depressing songs possible, even though it was on shuffle.  Each step was a test of my will as I padded home along the street since every on-coming car looked quite comforting to me.  When I finally made it home I started a hot bath to relax myself in.  It's what I needed, I though.  Seems I was quite wrong since I was forced to listen to myself play out the worst situations possible in my head.
	The days seem to flash before my eyes.  Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years.  In the years that had passed my sense of alone grew stronger but I never let anyone on.  Even my best of friends began drifting away until they disappeared from my life.  I eventually stopped getting on the internet and going to my favorite websites, talking to my online friends, and all together quit playing games.  Every morning was a pain to get myself out of bed and drag my body to work for some reason.  I had been cut off from the people around me and cut myself off from anyone that could be with me in thought.  Everyday I got up, got ready for work, went to work, worked, went home, and crashed for a couple of weeks.  Then on a Friday evening I got tired of it and began drawing my last hot bath.  I stripped my clothes off, lit a few candles, turned on the radio, and lowered myself into the water.  After getting to water to my favorite height I picked up that lovely thin piece of steel most humans used to shave with and gazed into it.  I saw myself in it and grinned at my reflection as I remembered what I had discussed with someone.  “The goal is down the stream and not across the street”, or something like that.  I put the blade under my pushed until it had pierced the vein and then I did the wrist.  I put blade on the side of tub and lowered myself into the water with a sigh.  My muzzle and bent knees were the only things sticking up.
	'I wonder how long it takes?', I thought to myself.  I flicked my ears a few times as I noticed the music seemed to be fading lightly and I found it hard to keep my eyes open.  I noticed that my heart beat was slowing down but I kept hearing pounding louder and louder.  It even seemed to shout my name from time to time.  I chuckled lightly as I slide a very wobbly arm out of the now deep red water and turned the music up to a level I thought might drown out the other sounds.  I brought my arm back under the cooling water and began to rest again...