A/N: For those of you new around here, my name is Michelle, and boy have I been through some shit. This story is my story, told through these characters from the show we all love. Please enjoy. For the ones who know my story, these are all the details about my relationship with my one true love, the one I talked about in my other story. Happy reading~

"Get away from her! She's a retard!"

"Ew. Psycho!"

"No stop. I'm normal!" Amu screamed as dirt covered her hair and clothes.

"No she's not! Maybe we can kick the crazy out of her!"

"Stop!" Tears rolled down Amu's cheeks.

"Please. I'm normal..."

"Amu Hinamori? I asked you a question." The teacher boomed. Amu was startled back into reality. The students around her giggled quietly.

"Joan of Arc." She responded. The teacher huffed and nodded.

"Correct. Please pay attention from now on." Amu shrugged. The bell rang throughout the room and Amu stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and quickly leaving the classroom. She walked to her locker with her head down and opened it as fast as she could, trying to go undetected. Notes fluttered from her locker and fell to the floor, something all to common. One note fell onto her binder that lie in her hands.

'Die ugly whore.'

"Don't worry, I'll be done soon." She whispered to herself and shut her locker after getting the books she needed. Amu then walked home quickly and unlocked the door.

"Clean your room, you piece of shit." Her mom yelled. Amu just shut her room door and set her backpack down, ready to collapse in fatigue. She looked up at a picture of her sister, Ami, that hung above her bed.

"Tonight is the night I can finally be with you." Amu said with a smile. She pulled out her laptop and wrote out the not she was waiting to write for so many years. She spent hours writing the note, smiling as she wrote it, knowing she would finally be free. After the note was typed out, she left her computer open and played loud music, blaring out her thoughts with the sounds of sweet words and guitar riffs. Her mom was gone anyway, out drinking again. The music played only to her. Amu began crying as she paced her room back and forth, her stomach churning with angst as she finally walked to the kitchen and pulled out a large cutting knife, ditching her old blades for something more permanent. She walked back to her room and shut the door, pacing back and forth again. The music blared out her loud screaming and crying.

"I'm sick of this shit! I'm done! You hear me God?! I'm fucking done!" She yelled into the darkness. She then positioned the knife along her vein.

Then...

A small ting interrupted the music.

Amu flinched as the music began again.

Another ting.

"What the fuck." Amu cursed and flung the knife at the floor, taking strides to her computer and looking at the other tab she has accidentally left open.

Two new Facebook Messages

Amu opened it and read careful.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi:

Hey

You don't know me, but I need someone right now

Another message

I'm going into heart surgery soon, and I just really need someone to talk to who won't tell me the same thing everyone does...

Amu sighed, staring at the screen, then the knife, then her previously scarred wrist.

"God, if this is your version of a guardian angel, fuck off." She hissed.

How can I help?

She typed back

Little did she know, she just opened a whole new world.