Failure

Traitor

Weak

Helpless

Dumb

WORTHLESS

Lloyd tossed and turned in his bed. These words went through his mind over and over again. And even worse ones that wouldn't be appropriate to say. The words stung, they hurt like a knife continual stabbing him in the heart. The words killed his spirit, or tried but he wouldn't die, the pain just continued.
His nights were sleepless. Ever since the accident every single night was filled with his mind calling him names, and the voices of people in the past. The words they called him, their terrified voices as the called their children to stay away from the monster called Green Ninja. The sound of Jay, Kai and Zane's voices as they endlessly tried to help him, until the end came for them all.

He pretended to be fine, he smiled, he laughed, but it was all fake. Nothing he did seemed real anymore, though everyone seemed to be falling for it. All except one. And that one was Nya. When he laughed she would smile with the others, but when they turned she would look at Lloyd with a questioning and worried look, which Lloyd would answer with a look that said, Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Though she knew this was not so, she would pretend to believe him and go on with her life.
But seeing Lloyd in a pain that everyone had believed to be gone hurt her almost as much as losing her brother. Lloyd had already tried to commit suicide, he had cut himself, but the question was, did he still desire to leave the world? He may never attempt suicide, but when the thought and the pain is still there it's worse than dying.

Lloyd's head was clouded with darkness. He tried to fight it but the voices would not leave. When he opened his eyes, he could hear the names they called him, when he closed his eyes he could see people laughing at him.

Stupid

Selfish

MURDERER

The last one made him cry. He thought he was over it…But when you see it, and do it, it will never leave your memory. He cried about it all through the night as the other words tortured him. If he ever slept it was because the crying exhausted him. Murderer, murderer, murderer it's all he heard. Why did it have to be him? Why? The pain of the loss would still be the same if they had died in battle, but their wouldn't be that extra pain of guilt and weakness. No one could feel his pain. Not one. They didn't see it anymore. They didn't see it like they once did. He didn't show it well.
Inside him was an immense ocean of emotions covered by an opaque tarp that it seemed like none could see through. Well…There was once who's eyes cut right through it like a lazar.
Even if he cried himself to sleep at night, he still would wake with a smile on his face. But his eyes no longer held the bright green glow they once held, nor did they hold a hate and anger and sadness behind them, now they only held guilt, and pain behind them. They were dark, almost had changed to a sea green, but no one saw that, except for one person, who held a greater passion for Lloyd than a mother or brother, or even uncle could hold.

She saw his sadness, she saw his guilt, she saw everything. But whenever she asked what was wrong he shook his head and told her he was fine and would smile at her. But it was fake. She knew it. She knew it all. She was gonna get it out of him. The question was…how?

Okay I know that was really short but I wanted to get this finished.