Hey guys long time no see! But I've decided to come back to writing fanfictions. I do apologize for not finishing my other one, I just don't see anything good in it.

Anyway I've decided to try some thing different. And I don't own angry birds or any of the characters. And be warned I'm not the best at writing talking scenes but I'm going to try my hardest:). Now onward to the story!

Red sat at his table looking at his newest decor to his house, it was a miniature replica of his house. He had just finished remaking it since his other one got destroyed in the onslaught of the whole pig massacre.

Things were slowly getting back to normal. The last of the houses were rebuilt, all that was left was for the birds to redecorate them. As for the rest of the buildings and shacks, they are getting there, a different one was being rebuilt everyday, and they have about 10-15 more to go, Red didn't really know since he still went and attended his anger management class, that excused his from helping,(that and he saved the hatchlings). One things was for sure, all the birds were closer after this whole ordeal.

Red sighed as he set it up in his window sill. A small smile formed on his lips as his eyes traveled around his house. During these last few weeks he could put his horrible depression away to the back of his mind. He couldn't believe that he was actually wanted! It was so long since he felt that feeling, the only other time he could remember that feeling was back when he was in the orphanage, his caretaker made his life a lot better, but as soon as he turned 5 he was kicked out, and about a week later he was told that his caretaker past away from a heart attack. He was heartbroken about it, but as any 5 year old would he got over it quickly.

Reds smile left at the thought of his childhood. His right hand went to his left wrist and flipped his feathers up and looked at his cuts, some where fading, the freshest were made a few weeks ago before the pig ordeal . He sighed he could feel it slowly creeping up into to his subconscious again, he knew it wouldn't be long before it would be back full force.

He let go of his wrist and got up and headed up to his bed/nest. He smiled at the sight of it, he loved his bed, it was the only placed he could really escape pain, even if it was only for a little bit.

He lied down and snuggled up in his nice fluffy blanket and slowly he drifted off into a semi-peaceful slumber.

"Hey eyebrows!" Red gasped and turned around to see Chuck and Bomb standing there.

"Uhh" "haha look Bomb! He's as dumb as ever! Why did you ever think we would be friends with you eyebrow freak!" Chuck yelled.

Red's heart sunk 'what's going on?!' "Wait guys, I don't understand! What's going on?"

"Oh wow you're even dumber than I am! We're obviously stating the obvious"

"Yeah Bombs right! You flocked up eyebrow freak! It would have made everyone's lives so much better if you would have just died in that explosion!" Yell/Laughed Chuck.

"Hey bomb why don't we finish off what the expositions started!" And Chuck pulled out a knife and starts stomping up to Red his laughing echoed. Bomb followed close behind.

Red started to run but Chuck had already Caught up to him, Chuck slashed at him, the blade caught him in the chest tearing a good sized slice in him. Red tumbled and suddenly Bomb was on top of him, Red yelled " no no! Please don't do this its me Red!" But his only reply was more viscous laughter.

Red struggles were all in vein.

Twin knives raised and aimed at his face coming in fast, He saw suddenly saw nothing but white.

Red woke up gasping, tears flooded down his face. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed for what seemed like forever.

Red finally moved his hands down, it was only a dream, a horrible horrible dream. And it left him feeling so so…. Wretched. He knew everything they said was true!

He couldn't take it he hopped out of bed and took off running to his kitchen, and he forgot about a step down and he fell onto the hard concrete floor face first.

He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, and brought one hand up and covered his face, he sobbed.

Finally He pushed himself up one hand still on his face, tears flowing steadily through his feathers. He reached his destination. The silverware cabinet. He flung it open and grabbed a blade out. He flipped up his feathers and started cutting fast and deep onto his skin, and didn't stop until he wasn't feeling any of the pain. He threw the blade back into the cabinet, without bothering to clean it and slammed the door shut.

He slid down the lower set of cabinets. He sat there in a daze. Finally he snapped out of it. He then surveyed the damage he'd done to his wrist and his surroundings. There was a ton of blood everywhere all over the cabinets and the floor. He found a towel nearby on the floor and covered his wrist and after about twenty minutes the bleeding has slowed to a small trickle.

He then could see the damage he has done, there was five long deep ones. He sighed nothing he couldn't handle.

He then stood up and as he did he caught a glimpse of the time, 8:00. His eyes widened and he dropped the towel ,Chuck and Bomb would be here any minute! They were last two birds he'd wanted to see.

He shuffled around trying to figure out where to start.

Bang bang bang!

He turned to the door, he's swallowed. He knew he flocked up big time.

"Ohh Red! Are you up yet!" Came the sing songy voice of Chuck.

The handle started turning.

Red froze his heart pumping so hard he'd thought it would burst.

Red panicked and turned and jumped out the window and ran.

Reviews are very appreciated:)