I posted this on my facebook account, and decided to post it here too. I know I have a lot of things i need to get too but being busy with full-time work AND college is getting stressful. I'll update when I can, once I get around the stupid writers block...
Anyway, I own nothing but the mashing of the song and universe to make this sad fic! Enjoy~!

Inspired by a YouTube video I just listened too. The part in quotation marks are actually lines from the song sans the male words having actually been female. The video this is based on will be linked at the end.

There's this boy at the front of my class, he's tall, pale, beyond energetic, friendly and handsome. He and his friends talk all the time but...there's something off with him. I don't ask though because...I sit in the back. And I don't exactly mingle with the others. I mean, no one could be so kind as to always try to fix when someone is down. It doesn't work ttat way!

I think though...maybe I understand. Since during class his sleeve rode up and...I saw the scars after burns on his wrist before he yanked them down again. And, taking my paper to te teacher I caught glimpses of condescending words in his notebook. How can someone so loving, hate his own guts?

Well come next day at school there was something new, his eyes were a bit glazed over, as though lost in thought. Poor kid... I hear talk of how far his friends got, apparently Jou is at first base with Mai while Honda is still trying to get somewhere with Miho. He doesn't seem to hear, as I notice that he's still lost in thought, not listening to a word being spoken, those pretty amethyst eyes glazed like newly cut glass, seeming to see nothing.

I don't see how someone so perfect could have ever learned to hate his own guts to such a degree that he'd draw pictures on his arms with blades. His mind can't be that dark...

Time goes by and he seems fine but...come winter I can see a difference. It's so rare to see him smiling forget laughter. Jou is telling so many jokes but he just doesn't seem to find them funny. I find it so sad.

It's been one month. Christmas break is over and we're at school again. But I can't believe what I'm told. Just yesterday the boy who sat in the front of my took his last breath yesterday. I...I can't believe it... and they say that I was mentioned in the note he left behind! I don't want to know...but I'm curious.. so I listen.

"I'm sorry I didn't say, but my mind was messed up, you couldn't save me anyway. And to the boy in the back of the class who feels the way I did... how does someone so perfect, feel so insecure, as to scar his wrists with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more.."

That's all I heard from it, all I was able to listen to. So he knew how i felt...? But...how? Well perhaps it was the same as how I knew he was telling same. Shaking my head I left the classroom and went home, hugging myself and telling myself that, if I had talked to him, he wouldn't have killed himself.. because I know better than most how living so broken is like.

Here's the song, i suggest listening to it or the story won't make much sense.

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