Average. Average is the first thing that would come to anyone’s mind when they first saw this man’s face. Curly black hair, forgettable face, generic sense of fashion. Not a single thing stood out except for the bandage in his wrist. The blood had dried, and it must have been new. It was still white and clean.
His record wasn’t any different. It was perfectly average, too. Nothing stood out. No record of abuse, no record of criminal activity, and no noteworthy achievement, either. He was an average man, an average student, living an average school life. About the only thing that stood out was his suicide attempt 3 days ago, and now he’s here, in my office, looking at me with that stupid half-smile.
