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A/N; Warning, depression, self harm and thoughts of suicide.

Depression Quote:

I wanted to talk about it.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to yell.

I wanted to shout about it.

But all I could do was whisper, "I'm fine."

Amazing how two words can hide so much.

Anyway, who cares?

Chapter 1: It All Began With A Fight

"ALVIN!" Simon stood by the now remaining glass and metal pieces of his science project. He was livid.

"S-simon." Alvin stammered. "I'm sorry. It was an accident."

That was true. He hadn't been feeling so well that morning and continuously fell between people's legs, even missing the ball in PE. That never happened before. But Simon was so mad. He had worked so hard on that project. It was all bits and pieces. Now he was going to get a large F on his report card because of Alvin!

"Everything is accident!" he fumed. "What about you being BORN, was that an accident, then?"

Alvin looked close to tears when Jeanette entered the room.

"Are you alright, Alvin?" she asked, resting her paw on his shoulder.

"Y-yes, I'm fine." he sniffled.

"You're crying." Jeanette said softly, pointing to the tear streaks in his fur.

"I...messed up my homework." That was a big lie. Jeanette knew that Alvin was hiding something, but decided not to push so much.

"I thought you hate school." she stated a-matter-of-factly.

"I'll get detention if I don't and Dave will kill me."

"You know you can tell me anything you know." she said as Alvin blew loudly into a tissue.

He nodded and went to the bathroom, but Jeannette didn't know what he was going to do.

In the toilet, Alvin started to cry again. Loudly into his fingers, and nobody else was home but him and Jeanette, who was upstairs. Simon had gone out for groceries with Dave. Theodore and Eleanor, the foodies of the family tagged along. As for Brittany she was out buying a fashion magazine.

When he had cried all he liked, he pulled out one of Dave's razors, and then did something no one had ever suspected the Great Alvin Seville to do.

That night, all six chipmunks were gathered around the table eating lasagna. Dave wasn't there, he had to go to the bathroom and wasn't back yet. Suddenly he peeped his head out, getting the attention of everyone.

"Anybody seen my extra razor?" he asked, causing Alvin to freeze in his tracks. Oh god. Please no. "Alvin? Did you take it?"

"NO!" everyone looked at him. Alvin felt his fur heat up. "I mean...why would you think it was me? Razors are boring stuff. I don't know why you use it. Skateboards are cooler."

Now Dave looked less suspicious. "Okay... guess I'll have to go buy a new pair. Again. Don't cause any trouble while I'm gone!"

Alvin sighed. That was close.

Suddenly, while lost in his thoughts, he accidentally splattered Brittany with lasangna. Alvin already knew what was going to happen before it happened.

"Ooh! You got my hair wet! I could just kill you, Alvin Seville!" she stomped away, back to the Chipettes' bedroom.

"Oh no..." Alvin whimpered, hurrying back to his room, where unexpectedly a guilty Simon was waiting for him, unknown to him.