Author's note: As promised another story slightly in a different approach and I'm still thinking about it. This story was inspired by many songs just case you're wondering. However, the warning is still the same as Lovely Tragedy though it's not the sequel, so let's add on shall we?

Warning(s): Self harm, suicide (attempted), slash, etc...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1: Sick Of It

Chase's P.O.V

This may sound like that book you might've read. Thirteen Reasons Why. But I don't have good enough reasons for what I'm doing. Everything that I live through is not what I'd consider normal. Nothing about this is normal. And my life just gets more complicated.

Leo comes running with a backpack that's twice his size. Behind him is none other than our worst nightmare. I thought living in the real world would be better than the basement. I can not believe how wrong I was.

"Chase!" He yells.

He trips over thin air and falls, his books spilling from his hands and bag. I'm torn between him and running away for my own protection. But I'm too much of an idiot and stay helping him up and grabbing his books.

I look up from picking up his physics book and see someone hovering over me. It's none other than Trent. And behind him his flock of jocks. I rise to my feet. He smiles wickedly and knocks the books I just picked up. I downcast my gaze to the ground. Forcefully he grabs my face to look at him. I can't help but glare.

I close my eyes shut tight. I expect a blow that didn't come. When I finally get the courage to look he throws me back. I stumble and fall.

"Pathetic weaklings," he laughs.

They start kicking and hitting me. I bite my lip to prevent from screaming. But I can hear Leo's screams and pleas. This isn't normal. This shouldn't happen. To me. To anyone.

"Hey! Get off my brothers!" Adam yells.

"Look stupid, we don't pick on you so would you stop getting involved," Trent reasons.

"They're our brothers," Bree defends.

"Don't-" I try but get kicked in the stomach.

I can see Adam getting angry but luckily they leave.

"They are so annoying," Bree sighs.

"They need a life " Leo agrees getting up wobbly on his feet.

I mimic him and get up again. I pull down the sleeves from my black long-sleeved shirt. No one needs to know my escape.

"You okay?" Adam asks.

"Yeah...can we go? I have homework to do," I reply.

We gather our disregarded belongings. Bree helps Leo and Adam, me. We head home climbing in the back seat of Mr. Davenport's car. The drive back silent like always.

I go straight to my room once we get to the place I consider home. I close the door and throw my stuff on my bed. I look toward the in-bathroom to my right.

Mr. Davenport finally conceded to giving us our own room though we still need to sleep in our capsules at least once a month. It isn't so bad and the beds are comfortable though hard.

Forgetting about any work I had to do, I head for the small room. I open the mirror cabinet and take out a little wooden box. I go back to my room and sit cross legged on my bed. I open the small box and pull out a sharp razer blade.

I contemplate the idea for a bit. I push up the black sleeve of my left arm. I stare at the scars from previous cuts. I position the blade a bit higher from the inside of my elbow at the bend. A place I know no-one will check...a place I know won't hurt that much. I apply the pressure needed and slice through my skin.

This is my relief. Because I'm sick of it.

Adam's P.O.V

This isn't fair. Just because they're small and weird doesn't mean they have to pick on them. Poor Chase and Leo. I actually feel bad. I wish I could take all of it away. Wish I could be the brother they need. I know Chase is sick of it. I would be too. I honestly don't know how he's still alive. But I don't dwell on it too much. I shudder from the mere thought of losing either. Because I know what he's doing right now.

Because I saw the scars. Even though he thinks I didn't see I did. Just a glimpse of the true pain he feels. This wasn't him. When we didn't know about this world he was happy. Somewhat. At least he was safe. But now...Even I'm sick of it.

"Adam?"

"Big D," I smile.

"How was school?" He asks.

"Oh you know, the usual, took a great nap during math," I reply.

"Of course. Hey, do you know where Chase is?"

I simply shrug, "should be in his room...you know, doing homework and stuff."

He nods absently and walks off to the lab.

Sometimes I wonder if he knows. Or at least sees the pain in his hazel eyes. The way he holds himself and shies away from the world. At the very least see the way he tries so hard to impress everyone. To please them.

"Hey," a soft voice greets.

I jump a bit and turn to face Chase.

"Speak of the devil," I mutter.

"What?" He questions confused.

"Nothing, wanna join me?" I ask handing him a controller.

"Thanks," he takes it gratefully.

My nose twitches slightly at the smell of blood. I don't comment, however. Because right now, this is normal. As normal as it can be. 'Cause we're all so full of it.

Song: Sick Of It-Skillet