XX Warning: This is very out of character, and I'm sorry. It's not really something I could see happening, but this is what could be going through his head if he ever were considering it. Just read, you'll find out what I mean. XX

- - Phew, the reviews haven't been so bad, I was expecting much worse, I nearly decided to delete the story... thanks :) - -

Oh fun, fun, fun. This is the moment you have all been waiting for! ...Well, not really... but let's just pretend you have XD haha

I hereby present my very own collection of one shots/drabbles/whatever. I still don't get the difference between drabbles and one shots... maybe one shots are like full stories in one chapters and drabbles are like... bits of stories? Like their thoughts? Ok, I admit, I haven't a clue.

Oh pudding, I just dropped my ipod...

Now that I have wasted all this space, time for the boring thing I actually meant to say.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt or it's characters in any way. (And I don't bother with OCs, but if I do, they'll be completely original and my own)

Yeah, this one is pretty depressing (I was listening to a depressing song... maybe someone can guess which song it was), but there's a sort of "glimmer of hope" at the end. And it's sort of cliff-hangerish. I only do cliff hangers because I hate them, they really bug me. Doesn't make sense, does it? I suppose it's like when you have a sore tooth but you can't help poking and wiggling it XD

Right, onwards to the stories!! (I hope "T" is an appropriate rating!)

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Chapter One – Behind Closed Doors

The moonlight lit the corners of his room with a dark blue, casting long, dark shadows across his face. Thankfully, he thought. He didn't want anyone or thing – not even the bare walls of the bedroom – to see him in his weakest moments. Awoken from a vivid nightmare... He rested a cold, clammy hand on his forehead, a cold sweat beaded across it too. He was feeling feverish, his cheeks burning and the small room spinning. He slowly rose from the edge of the bed and staggered towards the window, lifting the damp towel lying sprawled across the ground. Gazing out, he gently dabbed the sweat from his brow.

The exact contents of the nightmare had evaded him the moment he had opened his eyes, but it didn't matter anyway – he knew it had been about them. The only two people in his life who had ever affected him so strongly. They left him feeling so... defenceless, yet... alive. He had almost forgotten the feeling until he had met her, and it seemed like he had never lost his brother, like the world would be alright after all... Yet he had gained some one else, but she was just as special to him, in a different way.

This relief from the crushing weight on his shoulders never lasted long, however, if there wasn't a new case to be involved in, and so the nightmares began, having nothing to hide behind, behind closed doors.

He pulled a small wrapped object from the small chest of drawers next to him. It was wrapped in a deep red silk cloth. The slippery material slid off, revealing a silver blade with a plain, black wooden handle. The knife was thin and quite short, but very, very sharp. He twisted it in his fingers, allowing the moonlight to catch on the silver and flash across the room. He examined it and ran his slender forefinger down the blunt back of the blade.

It could all end so quickly. I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. I could be free, nobody to hurt and nobody to be hurt by...

He pressed his finger on the tip of the blade, drawing the tiniest droplet of blood, savouring the fleeting, and barely noticeable pain.

His heart clenched in fear and the warmth drained from his face when the realisation hit him of what he had been doing. He had actually been contemplating suicide. He quickly wrapped the weapon up again, fearful that he might do something stupid. He laid it upon the windowsill and buried his head into the towel, calming himself. The panic that had arisen had slowly started to fade and he felt a little better.

A loud knocking could be heard throughout his small apartment.

Who could it be at this time of night?

In the dark, he stumbled towards the front door and leant over to look through the spy hole. A whisp of brown hair and pair of chocolate eyes. Smiling at the sight of his visitor, he flicked the lights on, and with a click of the his key, the door unlocked and swung open.

Maybe the world will be alright after all.

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