I have no idea where I'm going with this okay? I am open to ideas. I am so open that I have a ½ price sale on. I really need your help okay? I have no idea who the charcters are that's whys it's a sort chapter. Thanking you in advance, ~Aqueous~

I own nothing.

I look at what I've done, the knife I hold is covered in deep dark red blood and he lies before me, wounded, bleeding. His eyes full of pain bore into mine as he manages to stutter the words why? I say I'm sorry, that I couldn't help it but deep inside I know I mean it, I know that cannot escape the truth or call upon my friends to help me. The others stare at me; they wonder where I went wrong, why I had done this to him. Not even I know the answer to that. It was a childish argument that started this and I have ended it. At least I hope I have. Not that I'm hoping he's dead or anything, I hope he lives. Now I think about it, if he lives, he'll never forgive me...never talk to me....he'll hate me...I don't want to be in a world where he hates me, I'd rather die.