A/N: I know I had this story already posted, but I decided to re-do it, and hopefully it will be better. Deals with serious content. If you or someone you know displays any of these symptoms, seek help.

"KYRA!! TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN NOW!!!"

Kyra Hart sighed and turned her stereo down slightly, but not enough to truly matter. There were disadvantages to living with her father and his wife, but she supposed it was better than living with her mother, and the rest of her family. At least here she didn't have to endure Cheyenne and Van…or Jake, who loved playing with her makeup.

Kyra had to admit though, that things had been getting more difficult lately. As she let her mind wander, she found herself being consumed with memories of that last day..

"Kyra, do you want to go to the mall today?"

"I would, but Barbra Jean is making me take her to her Beanie Babies Mothers Group meeting. Sorry, Rach."

"Oh, it's okay. I feel bad for you though. Stuck with BJ…well, we can go some other time. Is that cool with you?"

"Sure. Let me know when. Bye, Rach."

"Bye, Kyra."

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"Kyra…honey…we have something to tell you. This isn't easy to say, but…Rachel was in a car accident this afternoon."

Kyra was stunned into silence.

"Is-is she okay?"

From the look on her father's face, she could guess the answer.

"No, honey…she…didn't make it."

The lights in the room swirled and dimmed as Kyra's eyes rolled into her head, and she fell to the floor, unconscious,

Kyra let her tears fall as she reached over to her bedside table and picked up the pocketknife she had taken from her boyfriend a few weeks ago.

Sometimes…`some other time' never happens. Sometimes…it's too late. You don't get a second chance, Kyra thought as she brought the knife to her arm.

First, the small slice of pain, followed by a slow stream of blood. She knew her family was a bit worried about her, but she also knew they would let it go eventually. Kyra had always been quiet, they didn't notice her silence as much. She was always in her room as it was, so that was another sign that had gone unnoticed. Did they really notice her at all, or was she just someone who lived in the upstairs bedroom?

Her father and Barbra Jean used her as a referee for their arguments, and Barbra Jean almost always asked her which side she was on, to which Kyra usually shrugged in response. Now she was rethinking the question and forming a new answer. One that rang true to her heart.

Maybe I'm on nobody's side, Kyra thought, Everybody's playing the game, but nobody's rules are the same. Maybe…I'm on nobody's side. I'm always the last one people ask about when they want to know if something's wrong. They never ask me if I'm okay, if I'm happy…they assume I'm perfectly happy and that I've always been that way. They just think I have a bad attitude. Have they ever thought that maybe I hide my pain behind this mask of anger and sarcasm?

Did anyone even care how she felt? Somehow, Kyra knew that the answer was obvious. They didn't care, so why should she try? She knew she was slipping away even as she dried her arms, removing all traces of blood, but for once, she let go and decided not to care.

A/N: Okay, there you go. Some of Kyra's thoughts are from the song "Nobody's Side" from the musical "Chess", sung by the amazing Idina Menzel (Rent, Wicked). Please review!