"Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly."

The moment when you finally decide that you don't want to live anymore, well that's the scariest part. The second scariest part is sitting on your knees in the kitchen of the house that you stay in by yourself with a knife to your throat. Himuro sat in this situation, his hands shaking as he gripped the end of the knife, his already pales knuckles fading white. Tears streamed down his face as thoughts of the basket ball team, Taiga, and Atsushi flooded his mind. How would they react? He took a deep breath and put the knife on the ground as if it spontaneously combusted into flames. The knife clattered on the other side of the room and he backed away from it and put both of his hands on the side of his head. He gripped his raven hair hard, more tears wracking his lanky frame.

A loud knock on the door jolted him out of his thoughts he remembered now that he promised to take Atsushi to the candy store today. He didn't want to break his promise but...

"Muro-chin. I'm ready to go..." Murasakibara's familiar lazy voice drifted through the door.

"I'm sorry Atsushi..." Himuro sniffled

'It's selfish for you to do this but isn't it equally selfish for them to ask you to stay when you are suffering so much. It's the same as if someone is dying of cancer. Depression is a dark disease and you are dying from it. You've been strong long enough, and it's time for you to finally rest.'

"It doesn't look like we're going to the candy store today..."

"But Muro-Chin you promised!" He complained before knocking again and got no answer. "Muro-Chin! I really want my candy!" grumbled. "I know where you keep a spare key!" He reached underneath the mat outside and found a key. The moment he entered the tiny house he knew something didn't feel right. "Muro-Chin..."

No answer

"Muro-Chin, you're scaring me." It was the first time since their match against Serin that the snack loving giant has felt any emotions at all. He could practically hear his heart thudding in his ears and when he reached the kitchen, his fears were realized. "Muro-Chin... why is their a knife sticking out of your chest...?" He rushed over and touched his pale face delicately. "Muro-Chin..." he knew what was going on but he didn't want to face it. He couldn't face it. He mechanically got out his phone and began to dial 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"