AN: I don't own anything.

The Only One

I vow to myself a long time ago that I would not fall in love, fore I had known love didn't exist. I watch others hurt… cry and pray for love, and I know that no one cares for me, not even my farther cares. He looks at me with a disappointed gaze, just like everyone else. I made that deadly vow seven years ago now. I'm fifteen and nothing has changed, the looks I got to the knife under the pillow. So far the vow has kept the pain of love and the annoyance of friends out of my life, but I didn't know of the changing of the winds.

I kept my downs my eyes down as I made my way to the forge, the other teens form the village walking pass, laughing, I could feel my eyes tear up. I fasten my pace not wanting to hear what they had to say. After only a few miles the forge came into sight, a giant of a man could always been seen hammering away. The man's name is Gobber, a mentor of my and the only person showed me love, like a farther would. As I walk through the door Gobber smiled, "Hiccup!" he boomed, throwing his hands, "you're late lad."

"Yeah… sorry about that," I said with an awkward smile.

"Its fine lad," he smile and then when back to work.

I grab my apron, putting it on as I walked to my work space.

Hours later

I looked up to see the sun had set, the time flew away today.

"Looks like no dragon raids tonight"

I turned to my mentor, he still hammering away on I piece of iron, "You should head home, you're farther will be starting to worry lad."

I answer with a nod and started to pack up,

My farther worried about me, that's a joke he has notice the fact I'm wasn't around.

I said my goodbye as I left the forge. I was now walked in the dark with only the little few torches that littered the path.

"Look it's Useless."

I voice came from the shadows of the houses, I don't to see the person know how it saw though. Snotlout. Said Snotlout now walk out with the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, at his side. Laughing. They eyes burn holes in me, as I focused to block out the hateful words, the words that stabbed away at my scared self-esteem. It didn't take long for them to get bored of the talk, now, I was on the ground with bruises and cuts covering me. I fought the pain as I got up and as I ran to my house. Once I was inside, and caught my breath, I had noted the block of ice that laid on the table, stoick often used to calm down the headache that came of being chief. Although the fact the lack of the fire meant stoick called a night. I guess I should be used to the lack of his presence but it hurts. I hate self for it.

I sat on my bed the event of only moment ago ripped at me. The pain too much, I need a release. I, now with knife in hand pull off my shirt, showing the cold to my chest, both chest and arm riddle with scar and open wound. The knife now dancing on me, leaving both me and it bloody. As I set the knife next I start fell light headed. Oh no. I look down to see that I had cut too deeply, I rush to get the first aid kit form under, and I hurried to wrap the white cloth around the wounds. I laid down on the bed now covered in bandages, I could hear buzzing and my arms to weak to move, I decide to call it a night.