A/N~ So this is the first chapter of my new fanfic. This might be a little more grown up than the show its self. I have no idea what possessed me to write this but here it is. Warning: guys this contains depression and suicide attempts. I'm not sure why I'm writing about it this subject so heavily. If this triggers you do not read. Please do not ever do this.

12:43am

The room was silent except for the soft sound of the ceiling fan. The rest of the family was asleep. But once again there Max was awake, thinking about all the negative aspects of life, making things worse by the minute. He had been going through a rough time.

Thinking. Thinking about everything wrong with him. Finding all his current insecurities and picking out new ones. From the big and known, like how he believes he's not a great hero like his twin sister is. To the little and irrational, like how he thinks he's too skinny. Or just the crazy things, like how he thinks he's unlovable.

More thoughts rushed over his mind but all about people. Family. Friends. Strangers. Enemies. All had one thing in common. They all judged him. He thought about all the things his family (especially his parents) have said to him. How he's stupid. And nobody wants him around. He couldn't disagree with them though.

A tear rolled down the young boy's cheek. Thoughts and bad memories rushed over his mind like waves till he was sobbing. But then Max realized he was going to wake up Colosso. He stepped out of the soft bed and walked To the cage. Max starred at the sleeping animal for a few seconds.

The wooden floor squeaked as he walked. He stopped in front of a full length mirror. Max frowned at what he saw before him.

"You're worthless. You know that? You have no propose on this earth. You're disgusting, a sorry excuse for a person.." His reflection spoke. "Nobody wants you. Good god your own parents even hate you!"

Max started walking again but was still hearing his own voice screaming these things to him. It just went on and on reminding him that he's terrible and bringing back the god awful memories of the ways he's been treated. The more he heard it the more he knew it was right. And he just couldn't take it anymore.

"Kill yourself. You can end it all. Just kill your self!" The voice shouted. And louder and louder it got repeating the same two words. "Kill yourself."

"I will." Max said softly to himself.

Max went up the staircase and into the kitchen. He opened the medicine cabinet and took a hand full of his fathers medicine. Each pill was 180ml Right then was when Max realized what he'd just done and that there was no way of getting out of it. For the most part he didn't care. He went through hell majority of his life. But there was still that little something that bothered him about it.

1:11am

Max paced around his room. He felt slightly dizzy. When were the pills going to kick in? He had written a letter to his family, telling them he loved them. He doubted they'd care (they really would care though).

Max sat down in front of that mirror again. He slouched and moved his hands on to his head. Max looked at himself straight in the eye and then covered them with his hands.

"Why aren't you dead? You didn't take enough pills!" His reflection was once again shouting at him. And this time he shouted back.

"I took a hand full! I'm sure I'll be out by tomorrow!"Max screamed at the mirror waking up his colosso. "Then it'll all be over. No more pain." Max whispered to himself.

"Max? W-who are you talking to?"

Max didn't answer. He stood still and starred into the mirror crying. His vision was starting to blur and his own voice attacking him was all he heard.

"All you do is fuck up. You even failed at killing yourself."

Max was getting more delirious by the second. Losing feeling in his limbs and his head was pounding. He knew that he was dying. He started to say stuff to the mirror. Colosso had never seen his friend like this. And then as he fell his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"HANKKKK! BARRBB!"

1:49am

Phoebe saw her father carry her brother out to the thundervan. His skin was so pale, almost like the skin of an alibino. Max was still alive though. Her twin, Her other half, her best friend, her partner in crime. He's still alive. Barely though.

Her mother had been trying to keep him stable until her father had gotten the thundervan ready. Now she's with Chloe who's innocent little mind has no idea whats going on. But Barb has been a mess just like any mother would be in this situation. Especially if it's the baby they always want to protect.

Nora, well, she's crying her eyes out. Phoebe has never seen her like this. She sat in the back with Hank and Max on the way there and told Max all kinds of stories (though she doubts he can her). Billy doesn't really understand what's going on. He thinks Max has the flu and it got bad. So nobody's going to tell him

And Hank. He blames himself. He read the letter. Max wrote how he thought nobody loved him and how the family hurt him. All Hank could do was blame himself. Remembering all the times he made the child cry (and not over a punishment). He hid the note from the others. The guilt was eating him alive. Right now though, all he could do was pray.