A/N- Yay, a new story :) It's been forever since I've posted anything so I decided I might as well. Also, I'm hoping to get a lot of writing done over Christmas break, so you can expect frequent updates for the next few weeks. This first chapter is pretty dark, but I assure you it won't stay that way.

I have yet to come up with a title, so if anyone has any ideas, that would be great.

Somehow, despite everything that had happened over the past few months, Rin had always managed to keep plodding along. Even through her parents' divorce, through her brother storming out with a girl she hated... No matter how tempting it was sometimes to just stop trying, to give up on everything, she had always tried to put on a brave face and bear it.

Many times, she'd been tempted to just end everything. But she'd always managed to hold back, to resist, because of the thought that maybe, maybe, something good would happen- Something to make her think that whatever God there might be didn't completely despise her.

But now- There was no way that there was anything left for her. Nothing worth living for, no matter ow she looked at it.

Rin locked the door behind her, looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Even her eyes looked dull, beaten down, defeated.

But somehow, she managed a slight smile- Maybe because she'd finally decided on how she was going to make her escape.

She pulled a razor blade from its concealed spot in her pocket, and hardly hesitated for even a moment before sliding it across her wrist. A trail of blood trickled down her arm, and she filled the kitchen sink with lukewarm water before plunging her forearm into it.

She watched the brilliant crimson liquid flow from her wrist, the water quickly taking on a dangerous pinkish hue.

She started to feel a bit dizzy, but knew that one cut wasn't going to be enough. She held the razor blade over her skin again and was positioned to make another incision when she heard a knock on the front door of the small house. That was all it took to make her hesitate for a moment.

There was a sound of the front door opening, and it occured to Rin that she hadn't locked the front door. She knew, almost with a sixth sense, who had entered. It was Mikuo.

"Rin?" she heard him call, "Are you here?" She didn't bother to reply. She decided that she didn't care if her was looking for her, and resumed her position.

The second cut she made was deeper, and the blood flowed out at an alarming rate. Again, she plunged her wrist into the water, which quickly turned a disturbingly dark red.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Mikuo's voice asked again,

"Rin? Are you in there?" A Wave of emotion washed over her, a sudden wanting to live, despite everything. She was starting to feel very lightheaded, but tried to unlock the door with fingers that were slowly going numb.

Mikuo, from the other side, could apparently tell that something was wrong and she heard him scrambling to find the key to the door. She heard it scraping in the lock, and a moment later he was before her.

His arm was around her instantly, and there was a look somewhere between disbelief and horror on his face.

She stumbled forward, unable to keep her balance, and fell into his supporting arms. The world was spinning uncontrollably, her ears were roaring, and the only thing she knew with absolute certainty was that Mikuo's arms were around her, and that hw was talking to her... No, he was yelling at her, for being so stupid.

Her mind became hazy again, and the next thing she knew, she was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table and Mikuo was wrapping a bandage around her wrist, still muttering about how much of an idiot she was. She still felt too dizzy to say anything in reply.

Once he finished with the bandage, he took a deep breath and said, in a forcibly calm voice,

"Rin? Why... Why would you do this?" She shook her head, and felt tears she refused to shed sting her eyes.

"Was it anything I did?" Another slow head shake.

"You think I'm crazy now, don't you?" He flinched as though the words physically hurt him.

"I don't know what to think anymore. You... You were killing yourself, you were dying. That's not-" A silence hung in the air, before Rin broke it by saying,

"Are you going to make them lock me up?" Mikuo sighed, agitation in his voice.

"Rin, I... I don't know. I don't think you can understand how bad that was. You were... You... You were going to die!"

"But, I didn't want to, though... I mean, when you came, I didn't want to anymore." She looked down at the neatly bandaged wrist laying on her lap. "I didn't want to-" She repeated, which only seemed to make Mikuo more upset.

"RIn, you must have wanted to. You can't do that and not want to."

"I... I just..." Rin couldn't find anything to say to express her emotions.

"Rin, I'm not going to pretend I have any power over your decisions, but I really think you should see someone about this.

"Fine. I will..."

A/N- I couldn't find a better spot to stop, so that's chapter 1.

And remember, reviews are author food, and I don't want to starve. So, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.