[ WP ] Everyone has a nickname in the style of First Name `` Nick Name '' Last Name . However , they have it from birth and so many people do n't know why they have their nickname yet .

I was a good kid as long as I knew myself and my parents were nice to me. They tried to keep me happy. But at the age of eighteen they were supposed to give me my nickname. 
 
 These nicknames came out around fifty years before I was born. `` They are names'' was the first thought. Turns out that they say what will you become. Newborns after that date had their nickname on a different card. Easier to hide from child, that is the reason I thought. I could n't know that I was right at the time. 
 
 For me though, my parents gave me a fake nickname card at my eighteenth birthday. I did n't know that back then. It had no name on it. My nickname was `` blank''. I said `` What does it mean?''. They responded with'' You choose your own nickname. And with it, your future. You are truly free from these nicknames.''. I thought that it was good. Looked on the internet and that was real phenomenon. There were people without nicknames. Most were fine people. Did great things for mankind. I did n't believe that I could be that important someday in the future. 
 
 But I was wrong. Around two years after my eighteenth birthday I was alone and wanted to roam around because I was bored. How could I knew that this day would me my turning point? 
 I was looking in a drawer for socks. When I was searching I found my fathers balisong. Under it there were papers. I looked at them and found out they were nicknames of my parents. My fathers card said `` Tempered Artisian''. `` Suits him.'' I said to myself. My mothers card sai'' Loved Lover''. `` Perfect naming'' I thought. Mine was n't there. It was in same shelf, but it was pushed to the back, like it was wanted to be forgotten. `` Why mine is here? My nickname is non-existent as far as I know. Why would you hide it like this?'' I say, take the card and take a look. `` I think my nickname was not great enough, so they made that up to keep me happy.'' I said before looking to my nickname. My nickname was `` 6 Feet Under''. I looked it up and found out there were two variatons of this. Letter written means normal death as a normal person, while number one means suicide when you understand that you will amount to nothing. 
 
 My hands were shaking, a tear came out from my eyes. I understood everything. I had a feeling that I would die when I was eighteen. When that that was about to turn out to be false, suicidal thoughts emerged. I could dispel them, but they kept coming back. `` Everything makes sense now! They wanted to save me from this, but they forgot about me.'' I say while holding my head in my hands. I make a video about that, saying that I found my nickname, explaining everything from my past, thanking them for everything that they did for me and announcing who I want to guve my stuff to. I put it in computer, leave it as ready to play, get dressed and go out to realize my fate given to me by my nickname. 
 
 
 
 This was my first try at writing with a prompt. Every bit of criticism is acknowledged.
