Have you ever had that feeling? The one where… you just feel so alone, but you can't do anything but just sit and cry? Have you ever felt so incredibly betrayed, that you feel that there's just no one left in this world you can trust? That empty feeling you have in your chest, that no matter what you do, you can't fill it. Those feelings go away, eventually… at least, that's what they say. But in reality, it never does. Those feelings are always there, just masked by something else. Such as happiness. Happiness is just a temporary feeling to hide away the sadness. There's no escaping the black hole that everyone's trapped in. Sadness is there, and always will be. You'll never escape from it.

I walked Hiro out to his motorcycle, with each step, he reminded me about everything I needed to do. Drink water, eat, sleep, and call him. All useless things.

"And remember, Shuichi, I'm always here if you need something." He yelled as he backed up and out into the road.
"Yeah…" I whispered, waving.
What…now? I stood there for a while before it started to rain, reminding me of…
My phone Vibrated.
1 new message!
Yuki
I gasped as I opened the message.
[You left your jacket in my car.]

[Oh…]

My hand hesitated…I had no clue what to say. I clicked the send button anyway.

[Yeah. Do you want me to bring it over?]

Bring it over? Like…Come to my house? Is that…A good idea?

[Sure! come right over.]

What have I done?

[Okay. Be over in a few.]

I rubbed my arm nervously. I havent said anything, especially not to Hiro, but I've been cutting. And If Yuki sees what I've been doing…He'll know he's gotten to me. What do I do?
I caught a glimpse of my only long sleeved shirt laying on the couch.

Yuki

I let out a sigh and threw my phone on the floor. What was this kid thinking? Why did he have to leave his stupid jacket?
I had my reasons for breaking off from him. Very good reasons at that. It was for the good of him, his band, and myself. I remember his expression, when I told him it was over.

"You can't…But Yuki…I thought…"

It hurt me so much to watch him cry, to hurt him like I did. And I know, going over to see him was going to hurt both of us.
I picked the jacket up and threw it in my car, and right when I was about to start my car up, headlights hit the windows of my house. Familiar headlights that reminded me of a time like this long ago.

"Hey, Bastard." Came a man's voice. And before I knew it, he was in my face, Hiroshi Nakano.
"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked in my normal, calm voice.
"Don't give me that shit, you know what you did! How could you do that to him, you self-centered bastard!"
If I was thinking, I could've caught the punch he threw at me. Maybe I didn't because I felt like I deserved it. Or maybe I just didn't have the strength or will anymore. Regardless the reason, his fist slammed into my jaw. He hit me with so much force, that I fell to the ground.
"Get up on your feet and fight me like a man." The boy hissed at me.
"I have no time for this." I answered back, standing up.
He had already glanced into my car, and saw Shuichi's jacket.
"You aren't thinking about…Going over there, are you?"
I paused, and silently stared at the ground.
"Did you hear me? Answer me dammit!" He yelled while throwing another punch. "You make me sick. Don't you dare go anywhere around Shuichi."
I watched him get back on his motorcycle and drive away.
Shuichi… Did I really hurt you that bad?

Shuichi

I pulled my long sleeved shirt over my body, when I head I knock on my door.
Okay…You've got this Shuichi. You've got this. Don't break…Don't break…Don't…break…
I opened the door.
Don't…break…
"C-come on in. It's raining out.. Outside…"
Don't…
"Sure… Say…Shuichi." Yuki looked down at me.
Don't…
"Shuichi?"
I…
"Hey?"
I can't…do it.
I fell to the ground and tears streaked down my face.
"I guess I'll be off then…" I heard Yuki sigh.
No.. Don't…
"Don't… Go…" I grabbed his pant leg.
When he stopped, I stood myself up, now keeping a firm grip on his shirt.
"Is there something else you need?"
Those words stung me like a bullet. What did I need? I needed him. I needed him back.
"Stay here." I whispered.
"No, Shuichi. I don't want to stay here." He stared coldly at me.
And with that, my hand slipped down his shirt, releasing it. He didn't take a second thought either. After I let go, he proceeded to the door, and closed it behind him.
No…no…
"No… NO!" I screamed clutching my hair.
You can't leave…you can't! You told me you'd never leave.
Infuriated, I got up and made my way to the kitchen. There, I opened the silverware drawer and picked out the sharpest knife I could find.
Fuck it… fuck it all! I pressed the knife to my wrist, digging it as far in as it would go, and sliced into my wrist.
It hurts…
Blood came rushing out of the newly made gash, dripping to the floor. I then went for it again, slitting it even harder.
The phone rang urgently, as if the person calling knew exactly what was going on.
I got up, blood dripping a path as I walked.
"H…Hello?" I said weakly.
"Shuichi? Why haven't you called yet? Has Yuki been over there?" Hiro's voice rang loudly.
How did he know about Yuki coming over?
"I'm fine… Yes he has…" I watched as the blood was making a little puddle on the floor.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to come back over?"
I don't want to be alone… I need you here. Please…
"Yes…" I dropped the phone and fell to the floor again.
"Shuichi? Shuichi?" The faint voice came from the phone.

Destiny is unstoppable…
Give up, let life win…

Hello. I thought I'd give an update after all the time I've been gone. I disliked this chapter a little. Maybe it was because I couldn't really concentrate. And I wrote this early in the morning. Like, 3 o'clock. That's early for me. I was pissed, and I couldn't sleep. :P Mtn Dew… I need more Mtn Dew, and chocolate. I'm going to get fat. That's okay though, I'll lose it all during marching band.

T_T but anyway, Thanks to Partners-N-Crime for Beta'n this fer me.

R&R please. :P Or I'll unleash my redhead rage on you guys too.

Peace~

TYH :3