It was sad, really it was. After Tsuna had first killed they had just...averted their eyes. Left him alone to wallow in self depression. You would think that he would break. But he didn't. It was amazing how just a 17 year old could handle being left alone by everyone, not being comforted by a single soul since he had killed. To make it worse, soon after that had happened, his mother had died.

Tsuna still hadn't broken, he had held in those emotions not showing a single sign that he was hurt. That he was breaking. That he was falling, cracking, shattering on the inside. Nope. Tsuna just HAD to keep to himself, after all, why shouldn't he? Or so, that's what he thought. But, eventuall, there was only so much he could take before breaking.

Such a boy should never experience those kind of feelings at such a young age. Not at all...

Chapter 1.

2 weeks. It had been 2 weeks since the time he had literally killed someone. They had threatened to kill his guardians, his friends. Friends that he treasure so. Sadly enough, those friends were eventually his very own downfall, but that shall be explained another time.

The sight of blood on his hands were imprinted in his memories along with the recaspes of the scene. They haunted him every night in his dreams. He barely slept due to the torture of having to see himself repeatedly killing a man. A man whom had the audacity to attempt and kill those important to him.

Soon, because of lack of sleep, dreams had become somewhat reality, and Tsuna had started to hallucinate blood covering himself. But not with hia own blood-no, Tsuna would be fine at the sight of his own blood- it was the blood of another, and that was what disturbed him. Along with no sleep, Tsuna didn't really enjoy eating much, only enough to keep alive. It was unsettling to his stomach whenever he had seen crimson drip from his hands.

But even with that, Tsuna had stayed strong and put up a facade. A facade that even Reborn had trouble seeing through. His guardians had drifted away from him in either disgust, hatred, or fear. The last applied to most of them. Tsuna could only accept as the already distant guardians of his grew even farther apart from him. After a while, Tsuna had just let his mother comfort him with her presence.

Though that comforting presence was soon cut off. Nana had died. She had gone shopping and was involved in a car crash. That was yet another addition to the things that had deeply affected Tsuna.

He could barely contain the emotions that ran through him. The darkness that had slowly started to engulf him grew larger. His already dark and depressing thoughts turned even more so.

He was falling and he knew it. He knew it and didn't deny. All he did was just feebly hope that someone would help him. Though it was a impossible hope, he couldn't help but repeat to himself in a mantra that everything would be alright soon. Even though it would never happen.

2 months after he killed.

Atlas, the grieving brunette had found an outlet for his emotional pain. That would be self-caused physical pain. Or, for short, cutting. He had become addicted to it, attached ot it to the point where he had done it more than once a day. Still, no one had found out.

With his mother gone, Imeitsu had left Tsuna alone, to himself. So, because of this, Tsuna had to find something to do, which he found was constantly making himself bleed and feel faint or dizzy, a feeling that he found exhilarating when he was loosing his sense of reality.

The lonliness he felt every day was forgotten when he saw the crimson red drip down his oh-so-pale skin. The nightmares had been wiped from his mind when he had experienced the feeling of too much blood loss. The sadness that overwhelmed him was washed away by the almost high feeling he felt everytime the red liquid dribbled onto the very white floor tiles of the bathroom. The darkness that he had long ago embraced had suddenly disapeared when he looked into the blinding white lights that hung off the ceiling.

All in all, for him, cutting was a escape from reality and distortion. It was a twisted feeling that made him feel like he was in heaven on earth. Keyword being him. Many would think otherwise. But, who had really taken the time to notice that he was almost on the brink of shatterig to pieces? Not even his own father had bothered...

4 months after he killed.

He had still hung onto that meager amount of hope. His additction of hurting himself had only been growing stronger day by day. His facade was starting to crack and reveal what he truly felt. And truth be told, he no longer cared as much. He only cared about the things that had kept him company during the timespan of abandonment; nightmares, blood, tears, a razor blade and the many scribbles that now adorned his bedroom walls. He was loosing his sanity and he barely noticed.

6 months after he killed.

Now Tsuna was on the roof. The cuts on his body where everywhere that could be hidden by the Namimori uniform. He had grown tired of just cutting his wrists and turned to using the rest of his body as well. Add on the bruises he had earned from the bullies hounding him again and he was a mess. Not that he gave a fuck.

Finally, the poor brunette had lost hope. He had given up on finding something to keep him alive. He had lost the majority of his sanity. And so, here he was, cutting yet again and bleeding uncontrolably, and standing at the edge of Namimori Middle Schools roof, ready to jump.

The sky was turning a dark ash with a crack down it, as if it had split in half. The air had turned tense, rigid and cold. Everything had looked colorless. It was almost as if all life had died yet lived.

Whilst teetering on the edge of the building, the door burst open from behind Tsuna. The said boy turned his head slowly, his lifeless and dull gaze unsettling his so-called guardians and a few others. When had their friend turned like this? They hadn't a clue. Giving off a bitter laugh, Tsuna said in a rather monotonous voice, "Hope you're happy," and with that, he gently stepped off the gray pavement and let himself be swallowed by gravity.