Hello. Long time no see. Yeah, I know, it's been a huge while since I last wrote something. I went through stuff, you know, life caught up, things happened... I really had no time, or even the inspiration to do anything creative. But that's been changing slightly, lately. I came up with this one day during a boring class, and I started to have fun with it, so I continued it. The result is what you're about to read. I used, again, a friend's oc. If you expect your standart default p3, or p4 story, I suggest you head back. But if you just feel like reading something angsty, I'm delighted to make your acquaintance. Heheh. Ahem... one last thing before we start. You might want to search for the title of this chapter, for it is the name of the song which inspired me. Either that, or a song called Poor Twisted Me. It's awesome, and it is not mine. Disclaimers. Enough ranting, let's get this started.

"Mari!"

The call from the capped teenager reached her ears, and the raven haired, fairly short and blue eyed girl instinctively turned her head towards him. She immediately remembered that she'd forgotten to hide her dark red wristband, and knowing her only friend well, she knew she was in for an earful.

The boy walked at a brisk pace towards her and almost slammed his hands on her table, before pointing at her wristband.

"What are you doing?!" He nearly shouted using a stern, but concerned tone.

Mari then tried to look up to his scowling face, but wasn't able to make eye contact. He'd told her so many times, she'd already lost count, but still... she did it again.

The boy grabbed a nearby chair and sat across her. Then he extended his hands, almost in a demanding manner towards her.

"Show me your hands." He told her.

She bit her bottom lip and looked away slightly, before finally bringing her hands upon his.

The sight before the boy deeply saddened him.

In front of him lay a bleeding wrist, a bloody knife, and a bloodstained handkerchief.

He looked at her face, with disappointment in his expression. He then took her clean hand, gathered her bloody belongings and dragged her to the girl's restroom in the first floor of the school.

Upon arriving, he took her to the sink and carefully washed her bleeding wrist. If she was really trying to kill herself, she'd slit her vein wide open with a vertical cut along her forearm, instead of simply cutting shallow wounds on her wrist.

He took out a pack of bandages from his backpack and quietly patched her wounds. After he was done, he put her wristband over the bandages and examined her face. She was still looking away, as if fearing a reprimand from him. He then took a deep breath to try and erase all the sternness from his tone.

"What was it, this time?" He tried to ask as kindly as possible.

She finally turned to meet his concerned gaze. So many things were passing through her mind when she was doing that... She was punishing herself for being such a helpless person, she was trying to see her blood and test her reality, she was hoping that she was dreaming, while also wishing for everything to be real... she was hypnotized by the crimson slowly flowing out of her skin. But one thing was different from the other times...

She was no longer thinking about killing herself.

He had brought the fear of death into her life.

"I..." She started, but didn't know how to finish. She had so much to explain, the words simply got lost in their way to her mouth.

He understood her lack of words, and simply hugged her.

"It's okay..." He whispered in her ear. "I'm here."

He didn't need to read through every thought that passed through her head to understand her feelings. Mari was a very depressive girl... she'd always think that no one cared if she was there or not, that she was a waste of space... And when he entered in her life and got to know her better, he always tried his best to keep her well and smiling. He tried to be by her side at every moment.

Because he understood her all too well.

He knew what it was like to have no one caring about him. Not even his father seemed to bother.

He also thought several times about ending his own life. But one day, he met her, and even with his own problems, he always tried to help her, because in her, he found someone to protect. He felt important to someone for the first time in his life, and never did he think about suicide again.

She had brought the fear of death into his life.

She took some seconds to respond, but she eventually returned the hug.

"I'm sorry..." She said.

He felt the left side his chest getting wet and warm with her tears. "It's okay..." He broke away from the hug and gently placed his hand on her cheek. "I won't leave you." He gave her time to wipe her tears, then put her knife in his backpack.

"This will be staying with me, though." He scolded her slightly. "I do not want to see you hurting yourself again, okay?"

She sniffed once more. "I'll try..."

He smiled slightly. That was not the most definitive answer, but it was still progress, and he was satisfied with that. Changing a life took time, after all, and it wasn't like he was the most experienced person in the fields of friendship, either, so he'd be happy with every smile he took from her, with every step forward they took together.

One day, he'd see her smiling happily, without a spot of sadness in her bright heart.

He shook his head to snap out of his light daze. "Now come on. School's been out for a while, now." He waited for her small nod and smile to take her hand and leave the girl's room.

...

"So, class E's little emo's turned into a full fledged whore, huh? How many dudes has she taken to that filthy bathroom using that pathetic pity act of hers, just so she could get some?" The piercing wearing, blond teenager asked himself after witnessing the two making their 'sweet escape'.

He smirked. "I guess it's my turn, next..."

He cracked his knuckles as he left.

First chapter's done. I really don't expect you to, but if you want to, you can leave your opinion in a review. That'd make me very happy. See you next chapter.