(The song is 'Deep End' by Crossfade. Enjoy! )

My heart won't stop beating aggressively at my chest. It hurts. What was happening? Was what I saw … was it real? Stumbling forward, my legs felt like they couldn't hold their own anymore. My heart was gravitating, aching at that. They were kissing … I saw them -together- … Cringing at the unwanted thought. Glancing to the ground, I could feel my optics widen slightly, desperately wanting to relieve that thought from my tangled state of mind.

I built my life like my bike on a rigid frame
So nothing bends it only breaks into pieces and pieces
I waited for hope to arrive but it never came
Leaving me with only pain inside
I'm going off the deep end

(Normal POV))

Lifting a quivering hand to her mouth; coughing coarsely into her palm, spewing lightly. Those images flashed through her mind, silently torturing her sanity. "T-this can't be right …" Tone quivering with anxiety; sapphire optics quivers as she stared blankly to the dreary wall. 'They are brothers! Brothers!' Lowering the hand from her orifices, it limply hung at her side, falling back on the cushioned surface of the couch, canting neck to stare at the ceiling. Did … they see me? Reminiscing to that moment she loomed the guest room. Before it could result to the reminder of the explicit detail, she mentally shoved the one thing that scarred her. Edward … you told me you loved me … was that all a lie? Was that only a figment of my imagination?

Clutching unto her stomach, she felt a sickening gnaw in her gut. Dashing for the bathroom, which was luckily, the closest to where she was at. Slamming the door behind her, throwing herself over the open toilet seat retching noises explode in the silent air. Pit of her stomach aching at each retch. Why would they do this? How can someone stand the fact of doing … that! Pulling away from the toilet; coughing coarsely. Slowly rising from the floor, nearly losing the strength in her legs, she kept her balance, shoulders continue to slouch. It's not over … not yet. Briskly: swiping away the liquids from her orifices with a deft hand.

Holding on is harder than it seems
When you're reaching for so much more
Seems so much easier to just give in
When you're reaching for so much more

Turning a blank expression to the ceiling, hearing frantic footsteps pound the second story floor. One foot was a prosthetic, she could tell just by the echo. Just the reminder of artificial limbs made the pit of her stomach gnaw. I gave those to him … so he can walk, and have at least what would be a normal life … She remained as stiff as she was at the constant poundings on the oaken door. Winrii! Winrii! His voice echoed in her ear drums like venom, how dare he!

"W-- Winrii, I know you're in there! Open the door!" His tone was choked, nearly anxious. So, he did see me… And it took him this long to come down? Gulping loudly at the sound of his voice; "Leave me alone, Edward! I don't want to see you!" What childish words … but it was the truth. "Just … Just go!"

"Come on, Winrii!" Pounding once more on the door; "L-let me explain!" Winrii could just read his expression by the sound of his voice. Hopeless, it was a typical response on his part. "What's there to explain? I saw what I saw!" Salty tears blurred her vision, but managed to prevent any to fall. She wouldn't give him that much. Though it was a matter of time; reaching a hand to open the door, flicking vision to the side, wanting to avoid looking at him. It wasn't so hard; it disgusted her just in the presence.

Another wasted Saturday so here I stay
Where nothing seems to ever change anyway hey
All this hype about life bein' great
Where's the love for me these days
I'm goin off the deep end

"What the hell do you want!"