A/N: Hello! this will be my first publish on this website but I have been writing fanfiction for years. I love writing, and I love receiving advice.

Warning! This will contain cutting, depression, and attempted suicide. If this is something that will cause triggers do not read.

I do not own Ouran high school host club, or have any rights to it.

Prolouge

She was a third year at Ouran High, not that anyone would notice when she was gone though. She spaced out staring at the outside world as class started. It didn't matter. No one ever noticed her, it wasn't going to suddenly change. She reprimands herself for trying to think that way reminding herself that she is a worthless failure.

Pulling out her diary she pours everything out so she can continue being 'okay'. She writes about how shes reminded how worthless she is at home. Her parents, or lack of, her abuse, the way her piano teacher looks at her, the judging eyes of those who do notice her. Shivering she stopped writing not being able to handle it anymore.

'Today will finally be the day' she thought to herself as she got out of class at the end of the day. She started her treck toward the highest point she had ascess to. The roof. Deciding today was the day for her to have peace she looked around the world around her.

It wasn't a bad day at all. The sun was shining school-mates of hers were going home laughing not caring about a thing in the world as there limo's picked them up. Everyone was happy in their own worlds as she was dying in hers.

Shaking her head she remembered back to when it all started. People not noticing that she was there. No matter who it was, or how loud she talked, screamed they never noticed that she was there. Trying, begging to get their attention. She remembered how much it hurt her in the beginnning and was suprised that it was more normal for her than anything now.

Attempting to ignore the ache in her chest she sighs and looks around, not seeing anyone she goes into her bag and clutches her razors. She decided they would be a second resort. In case she couldn't do it. Shaking her head she changed her thought process she would do it. She would be free.

Walking toward the stairs she rolls up the sleeves to the dress that was a pathetic excuse of a school uniform. She stared at the gauze that wrapped around her arms for a moment before taking the gauze off as she walked. Digging the razor into her arm, she sliced it through her skin three times before the blood started pouring from the wounds and the pain in her chest became more tolerable.

She grinned as the pain from the cuts stung at her helping her ignore the constant ache in her chest. She slowly wrapped her arm in the gauze once more making sure to irritate her newest wounds. Rolling down her sleeves she came up to the flight of stairs that awaited her.

Looking around once more to make sure she didn't get caught she clenched the razors in her hand. Getting caught doing something people didn't tolerate would create questions to things she couldn't answer. As she started to walk up the stairs she took her headphones from her backpack along with her i-pod and pressed play as she put the headphones in her ears.

The blasting music in her ears blocked out any little bit of sounds that she would of heard. After a few moments of walking up the stairs she started becoming out of breathe in a mix of being un-fit and her astma. Ignoring it all she continued along her way.

When she reached the door to the roof a small smile flitted onto her face, while in her mind she did a little dance. She was finally here. Opening the door that they always forgot to lock she looked at the familiar view around her. Knowing what she was about to do she took off her backpack and turned off her i-pod turning it off and away.

Putting it all away she silently said goodbye to her most prized possesions. She shook her head at the thought of her i-pod being her only friend. What a lonely world indeed. She walked toward the side of the roof that had the entrance to the school. If she had choosen any other side she worried that no one would find her carcass and it would be eaten or something more vulgar.

Gripping the rail, she pushed her body to go over it, and looked down at the ground below her. She thought of what people would tell her parents when they heard the news. Probably 'your kids finally dead, congrats she's no longer an issue.' Watching the kids go home laughing and getting to their limo's she began to feel nauseous from the height.

She loosened her grip on the rail looked at the sun and the view for one last time. She let go of the rail feeling freedom for the first time as she blacked out.