Wind whipped across his tear streaked face, his ragged breathing being ripped from his body each time he tried to calm himself, his arms shaking as he clutched to wire fencing of the roof top. His knees felt weak, the dying sickness that had been festering inside of him was finally catching up to him, eating away his soul and gnawing at his insides until it felt like he was becoming hollow.

He screamed brokenly, his hoarse voice cracking as he spun around and supported himself on the fence with his back. The hand he was holding himself up with was twisted around backwards as he clutched his fingers through the wire, exposing the insides of his wrist, the sleeve sliding down to bare the many puffy pale white scars that criss-crossed his pale skin to the rooftop. He tore his hands away from the fence as if scalded and stumbled away, his knees buckling as soon as he took three steps away from the edge. He let out something akin to a strangled sob as his knees hit the concrete, pulling him further away from reality and into a place far more darker then the world he was in now. Distant rattling noises shook the door in front of him, twisting and morphing in the now roaring winds.

"Tsuna!"

"Juudaime! Juudaime!"

"SAWADA! THIS IS EXTREMELY NOT FUNNY!"

Tsuna let out another shivering cry, smacking his hands to his ears and repeating the mantra, "They aren't real, they can't hurt me, no one cares, no one knows! Go away!"

His glassy cinnamon eyes darted around the rooftops, silent pleas and whimpers escaping his lips every now again when the metal bar on the door rattled. Tsuna scrambled away from the door until he was pressed to the metal fence, muttering his mantra over in his head, pressing his hands to his ears, fright conveyed in every glance he shot towards the door.

Another voice from behind the door sounded from behind the door, "Sawada Tsunayoshi. You are disturbing the peace, stop this now."

Tsuna screamed back defiantly, "You aren't real! Go away! Please, just leave me alone, I wanna go home!"

His speech had begun to slur as his vision paled, colors blending together to make a vague scene in front of him.

Hiccuping, he clumsily rolled up the sleeve of his blazer, exposing his forearm that had more scar tissue on it then natural skin. Vertical scars were inscribed upon horizontal scars that were lined up in neat row, some of the lines creating words, "USELESS, FORGOTTEN, DUMB, STUPID.", were some of the words, though most frequently carved into his wrist was, "LOSER"

Tsuna let his head roll against the fence as he mumbled, "Why won't you bleed faster?"

He scratched frantically at his wrist, tearing open newer scabs and raking his nails over the just recently slit skin. Stopping for a moment, he dropped his hand into his pocket and groped blindly for something, his movements jerky as searched more hectically. His shoulders slumped when he felt a sharp edge slice into his palm and digits, his breathing calming. He pulled the razor out of his bloody blazer pocket, gazing back down at the red glistening skin. His trembling fingers held the razor in its shaking digits as it pressed it to the hollow of his wrist, his vision doubling in an effort to find the veins.

Tsuna giggled giddily as blood rushed forth to meet the silver blade of metal and pour down his skin in a curtain of morbid scarlet. Blood dripped onto his stomach as he slid down into an odd combination of sitting and laying down. Tsuna stared up unseeingly up at the sky as he switched the razor in his hand, rolling up his other sleeve. He pressed the razor down hard to his skin, slicing through the layer of skin and web of veins with a crazed smile.

Tsuna sang out loud enough for everyone on the other side of the door to hear him, "Can't bother me if 'm dead!"

At that the the door began rattling more frequently, the calls of his name becoming louder as Tsuna slid sideways onto the ground

Finally the door shot open with a blast of smoke, the entire Vongola family standing amidst the smoke and debris. Shock, horror and disbelief were amongst the emotions that bled into every one's facial expressions, including Hibari's and Mukuro's.

Tsuna focused in on the group of teenagers, giggling, "Mary had a lil' lamb, lil' lamb, lil' lamb, Mary had a lil' lamb lined up for the slaughter!~ Everywhere Mary went, the sheep was sure to follow, Mary went to school one day, school one day, school one day, school one day-"

"Tsuna!"

Gokudera was staring in shock at the delirious teen, dropping the unlit bombs in his hand. Yamamoto kicked the razor away from Tsuna's loosely curled hands, his usually smiling face pale and shaken.

Tsuna gasped loudly, staring in confusion at the spot the razor was, "Hey! Give tha' back!"

He reached out weakly, exposing the abused skin covered in cuts, blood flowing faster down his arm. Reborn starred with narrowed eyes from behind Gokudera, "How did I not notice this?"

Gokudera bent down and pulled Tsuna up into a sitting position. He knelt and stared numbly at the many words and cuts that decorated Tsuna's forearms.

Tsuna whined, struggling weakly in the silverettes arms, "Lemme' go..."

His head rolled limply against Gokudera's chest, groaning softly, his words slurring together.

Tsuna let out another sob, slumping against Gokudera, "You're not real..."

Tsuna let his body shake, his breathing becoming rougher and choked as the minutes past, tears pouring down his face. Gokudera let a single tear slip as he picked up the petite teen silently, turning to the door with his head hanging.

Holy shit, I am in a emo mood as of lately... Jesus, the exams have gotten to me...

I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Nor do I own Harry Potter... Or Charlie the Unicorn...