This is a very depressing oneshot that was inspired by "Empty" By The Click Five. No idea where it came from or where its going but please review.

I wonder when it's going to end, this torment. I pace walking to and fro seeing the colours illuminate my ceiling. A scuffling sound has me turning around and there he is. Standing in the middle of my room as if nothing has happened. As if we had not had a competition to see who could raise their voices the loudest, who could say the most scathing of things. He had won. And here he stands. He looks distraught. Why? When it is I who has suffered? I see his lips move but do not hear him speak. Maybe I have been turned off. I certainly do not feel anymore. He moves closer and encapsulates me in his arms. Standing stock still I am. My skin does not feel the heat that he surely should be radiating I have not yet met his eyes but when and if I do I doubt that I will be able to sink into them as I previously would have been able to.

"There we go, you always run off doing anything you like, do you ever stop to think about how it might look to me? Getting a phone call in the middle of the night saying that you're missing? How can you be so selfish?! Grow up and for once in your life stop to think that perhaps you're not invincible but actually you're far from it!" He broke off shaking his head as if unable to look at me. He eyes were sunken in and he had a pinkish tinge to his cheeks. A mean feat for him seeing as how he was naturally tanned.

"Oh? Oh? Well tell me what I'm meant to do? Stay at home? Ignore them? I can't! I am 18 years old not 18 months old and don't you for a second ever think you can tell me what to do if I annoy you so much then perhaps you should stay away from me" I was shaking unable to keep a waver out of my voice.

"You know what, quierda" He said spitting out that last word. "I think that's the best idea you have ever brought forward" I watched his retreating back and felt empty.

Still feeling empty and alone but not being quite alone. I could see his arms around but could not feel them. Seemingly encouraged by my not pushing him away he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and again I could not hear.

Maybe we're trying, trying too hard.

Maybe we're torn apart maybe the timing is beating our hearts

We're empty.

Empty- The Click Five