(Author's Note) Hey guys! TommiBooBooMathers here! This is my first fanfic so tell me what you think. I've had this account for three years now and never put a story up, how pitiful! Lol. But anyway, if it's confusing just let me know. I take suggestions and critique seriously. On to the madness!

She hated this fucking room and it's fucking silence. That damned pencil always scratching against that damned pad. Why was she here anyway? She ought to just walk out. "Fuck you, bitch! You and your damned note pad, your prying questions, and your fucking degree!" Yeah, that's what she'd say. Maybe even give her the finger while she's at it. But then Hita would send her right back in here and God knows she didn't want to hear her damned mouth. It was her fault she was here in the first place...

A young woman, about age twenty-two, with long black hair laid sprawled out on her kitchen floor with blood draining from her wrist. She had fallen unconscious from all the blood loss, the half a bottle of downers she took didn't help the situation much. She had had it with life, all it did was pain her. The love of her life was gone because of some damned crack head that was too high strung all the time to get a job and decided to rob the bank he worked at. He was always the brave one. She always warned him that playing the hero all the time would get him killed one day, she never knew it would be so soon.

The drug addict had grabbed a pregnant woman and held his rusty blade, probably found in a dumpster somewhere, up to her neck and threatened to kill her if he didn't get half a million in three hours time. Max had shot his arm causing him to release the woman and his blade. He quickly rushed over to the pregnant woman to ask her the standard, totally forgetting about the crack head. As the banks occupants made their way to safety, the angered man came at Max with his recovered blade and stabbed him in the back of his throat...and he didn't stop there...

When Ally got the call she was waiting for him in their condo. they were supposed to be going out to a restaurant in the city known to be one of the best international eateries in the whole state of New York. Her heart shattered...she remembers falling to floor, a strained scream passing her lips just before an ear splitting one, and feeling like a rotting corpse full of maggots. They had so many plans. Now none of them would be fulfilled.

Months had passed and the pain was taking its toll. She had stopped eating and developed a liking of cutting her wrist, something she had disapproved of in the past but now...it seemed to be her only release. That night she had fallen into the very pits of her depression and was soon to be dead. But she had forgotten her plans to hit the town with her best friend Hita, who had found her hanging on to her last strands of life. It took them hours to put in sustainable condition, almost losing her three times in the process.

After that Hita moved in, she didn't believe her long time friend when she said it was just an episode. She was taking Psychology and knew that episodes could return if one wasn't treated properly. She kept trying to convince Ally to get help but to no avail until she took her to a doctor's office by force.

And now she lies here, staring at the ceiling. The stupid therapist kept asking questions trying to get her to talk about what happened but Ally was clamped shut. She was getting annoyed. The brown-green eyed girl popped up from the couch and started storming over to the door. I've had it with this...

"Ally!" She shouted after her.

"Fuck you! Leave me the Hell alone." She yelled back, storming past a frazzled Indian woman.

"Ally!" Hita shouted as she rushed after her.

"Fuck you too, Hita!"

Ally made her way out the building, scrambling for her iPod. She pressed play on her favorite playlist, one Max had made for her. He knew she liked Tokio Hotel and loved how much the band made her smile. Right now, they were the only thing keeping her alive. A freak of nature...stuck in reality...I don't fit the picture...I'm not what you want me to be...sorry... That was the song that played on her iPod before the call came. How morbid the timing of music could be in her life. She pushed the back doors open and strode into the back alley. She knew Hita wouldn't be able to find her for at least an hour so she took a seat between two trash cans, put the volume on blast, and took out a rag and a blade. Ally balled the rag up and put it in her mouth, biting down hard. She pressed the blade to her wrist and traced over the scar that she'd been etching into her for the longest: his face.

Oooooh minor clifi lol! WHo's face? Honestly, I don't know this is all spastic writing so I'm debating on it but I have an idea and I'm not telling! Ha ha! But do remember to rate and review please! Let me know what you think and feel free to give suggestions! *fred voice* BYYYYYYYYYE! =^.^= -TommiBooBooMathers