A/N: MENTIONS OF ED AND ABUSE. I wrote this before the dev revealed Ace is canonically gay

As the blood spilled from his throat at a ginormous ammount, Ace collapsed on his bed, ignoring the strong urge to scream. The pink coloured liquid slowly poured down, heavily staining the pristine white sheets. Ace didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. Why should he? Nothing mattered to him anymore. No one cared for him, and that's just how he wanted it. He didn't want to play the game.

Although, in the end, it proved to be a stupid decision, just as always. Because nothing ever went good in his life. I mean, just even thinking about the talent he got was a pretty good example of this. He never wanted to become a jockey. His life was full of stress because of it, after all.

8 races every day on average, 157 races a year minimum.

He lost count of how many races he has done in total. Was it in the thousands already? He didn't know. But then again, when does he know anything? When has he ever been useful other than being the sole bread winner of the family? When was the last time he genuinely felt useful? Because he doesn't remember it.

He doesn't even remember when the pain of the path to become a jockey started. His mom and himself regulating his own meals, starving himself and puking out the little he ate, keeping tabs on his weight. His stomach hurting all day long as he forced himself to not eat just to please his mom. Just for something he was scared to do

His eyes are already starting to feel heavy already, black dots slowly clouding his vision. He felt pathetic. He really did. Because this was all his fault, no one else's. He knew he shouldn't have bullied Nico because they were weaker than him. But yet he still did it. And now, Ace was paying the price. With his own life.

"Why do I even bother?"

Those words from Levi hurt. He really did see Levi as his friend. A friend he lost because of his own shitty attitude. And, he kind of deserved it. Because Levi was too sweet and nice for his own good. He shouldn't be friends with someone like Ace. Someone selfish and rude.

The jockey could barely stay awake, feeling cold. Really cold. Was this what it felt like dying? Cold, lonely and painful? If he could he honest, he kind of deserved it. A pitiful fate for a pitiful human being. He just accepted it, closing his eyes.

He just hoped the others would make it out of there without someone like him weighting them down.

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