A/N: My first time writing a one-shot/song-fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own the song or characters/anime/manga.

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I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light. I can't remember how, I can't remember why, I'm lying here tonight…

Blood. Lots and lots of blood. That was everywhere. Nothing but blood covered the entire room. A small person laid in the middle of the room, curled into a ball. He seemed to be only 9 years of age, but at first glance you would think he was younger. His spiky black-blue hair was caked in dry blood, and his dark eyes were dull and holding pain.

And I can't stand the pain, and I can't make it go away. No I can't stand the pain…

His robes were a mess as holes and gashes were covering them. His pale face was a holder of many cuts and bruises. His right arm was broken, his left wrist sprained, with the bone sticking out. Both legs were broken, as his bones stuck out, breaking the skin. As he tried to move, he made a soft whimper, almost afraid someone or something would hear him.

How could this happen to me? I've made my mistakes, Got nowhere to run, The night goes on, as I'm fading away…

He crawled towards the bathroom door, whimpering quietly, so they wouldn't find him. He looked up at the doorknob, once at the bathroom door, but found he couldn't reach it. He knew his time was running out and he didn't want to die just yet.

I'm sick of this life. I just want to scream, "How could this happen to me?"

The bathroom door creaked open, and the little boy crawled towards the bathtub. He needed a place to hide and the bathtub was the only place he could think of where he could fit. His feet hit the side of a laundry basket, which sent pain shooting through his system. He choked back a sob of agony, and crawled even closer to the bathtub.

Everybody's screaming, I try to make a sound but no one hears me. I'm slipping off the edge. I'm hanging by a thread. I want to start this over again…

Little bruised and broken hands found the knobs to the water and turned them ever so slightly. Water rushed from the faucet in the tub and began filling it. The little boy grabbed hold of the tub, and began to haul himself in.

So I try to hold on to a time when, nothing mattered. And I can't explain, what happened and I can't erase the things that I've done. No I can't…

The water continued rushing out, even as the little boy that now lay in it, closed his eyes, awaiting the death that came with his hiding place.

How could this happen to me? I've made my mistakes…

The door to the room flew open and there stood a boy, only 14 years of age. He was covered in blood. His long black hair was caked in mud and dried blood, while his red eyes held pain and fear. His robes were ripped and torn to shreds, barely hanging onto his bruised body.

Got nowhere to run, the night goes on. As I'm fading away…

He rushed to the bathroom, after seeing water seeping out and stared in shock at the bloodied water running out of the tub. He took a few steps towards the tub, the water at his feet making little noises as he walked closer to the tub, afraid of what he would encounter in there.

I'm sick of this life. I just want to scream…

Dark eyes looked into the tub and then a scream was heard.

"How could this happen to me?"