A/N: Hello! I'm rewriting this series as I am updating My Last Goodbye. This is the sequel to Shattered, so please check that out before you read this story!

There are the seven sins: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride. Living with these engraved into your heart hurts, or makes you happy. Each one consists of different categories.

For me, Wrath stands out of all of the sins. Wrath is anger, and to me sometimes that anger extends to moments of uncontrollable black outs. When you kill someone, you live with it the rest of your life. What had died inside of me are love, trust, and friendship.

Destroying everything I had by uttering that word...

"Yes."

My friends stared at me, their eyes scanning mine to see any hint of a joke. This lasted for four seconds. Hikaru broke first, his fist clenched. His face twisted up with anger, and stood up flipping over the table.

Hikaru turned away from me, his fists clenched at his side tightly, "You lied to us! We thought we were your friends!" He stood in front of his brother protectively. My mask was held up tightly to my face, my eyes wondered to Takashi's.

"Haruhi," he said his tone was even, but dark; his eyes were covered with the shadows from his eyes. I stood up and shifted my feet so slightly. I started scanning for exits. There was the window. Or...my hands shifted into my pocket, and felt the cool metal of the pocketknife slid against my palm. I clenched onto it, putting my finger to the button, ready to spring into action if necessary.

Fear flushed through my body and suddenly I was gone. I blacked out. When I asked about it later, I didn't like what I had heard. I couldn't help it, I wanted to break down and apologize. Tell them I'll leave. I'll turn myself in. I couldn't bear their anger.

"Yes?" my other self asked, shifting my face into an amused one.

"You lied," Mitsukuni, said, his head turned to the side, eyes dark and angry. "That's disgusting what you did; I can't even look at you. You were my friend, so I don't want to hurt you," she smirked, then walked foreword and put my foot against the edge of the flipped over table. My smirk had grown and twisted into a bloodthirsty smile.

"That doesn't mean..." she had whispered, pulling her hand out of my pocket and the knife flung out of the protective casing, it glinted darkly. "I don't want to hurt you," she said, kicking the table out of the way and lunged towards the smaller boy. The knife cut through flesh as easily as butter.. Everyone gasped, as blood dripped from the blade.

"Haru..hi?" a voice gasped, it was slightly deeper, but not by much. I glanced up at the person. Wide blue, almost purple, eyes stared down at me. I smirked.

"Not who I was going for, but this is good," she had muttered pulling the blade out of Tamaki, he then fell down to his knees, his hands lightly touching the wound. Making sure what had happened, really just happened. She twirled around to face Mitsukuni, who was standing in his Judo form. Ready to attack her if she tried anything.

She had shifted slightly, making her form laid back and relaxed to the un-trained eyes, but to real fighters they could tell that she still had a firm grip on the handle. Her legs and arms positioned for any kind of attack or if anything were to slam against her. That is exactly what happened. The knife flew out of her hand, sliding under one of the couches. She stared up at Kaoru; he stood up in front of her, staring at the others.

"Guys! We need to just calm down. Mori-senpai call 911," he demanded pointing at the older man. Takashi was slow to nod but quick to pull out his cell phone and called."Let's handle this without more people getting hurt," he said calmly, turning around and looking straight her.

No one, who wasn't hurt, had looked at me straight yet. He cautiously bent down, his frame shaking with fright. She started to reach to calm him, but dropped her hand. No way would he want help from someone who just injured his friend. "Haruhi." He whispered again, his voice shaking, uncertain. "Why?"

Her eyes shot up, his eyes widened with fear, before seeing the tears. She shook her head, backing up away from him, still sitting on the ground. Everyone looked at her, they didn't understand her reaction to when he said this. Everyone just got angry and told us they hated us. Kaoru was the only one who stayed calm and asked us the simplest question. Why. Her back lightly hit the wall by the window.

It scared us, our uncle taught us that it was bad to let people into your heart. We had let these people into our heart, and five out of six of them broke it. The other said one tiny word and it scared us.

"She has MPD," Kyouya spoke up after a moment, when she didn't respond to him. Kaoru looked afraid to remove his eyes from her form, but the others looked at him. "She's not there anymore."

"What do you mean?" Hikaru growled pointing at my body, "Obviously she's right there."

"It's a mental illness," Kyouya started, glaring at Hikaru this time, "One that makes it so there are two personalities fighting for control over Haruhi's body at every moment of her life, and when she gets overwhelmed, the other one takes control. Technically, it's not her fault for stabbing Tamaki, it's ours for overwhelming her."

"That's bullshit!" Hikaru snapped, not lowering his finger, "How do you even know this?"

"It's true," Takashi spoke up after a moment of the two staring at each other. "She's supposed to be taking medicine for it..."

"Well, considering the fact that when I went into the washroom earlier and saw that she hadn't taken a single pill, I doubt she has been," Kyouya replied calmly, pushing his glasses back up.

"Why do you care?" she whispered, focusing on Kaoru instead of what they were speaking about. She tried to slip her mask back on. Unable to do it, she shifted so her face was hidden by shadows. There was shuffling, and a warning from Hikaru before a hand rested on her knee. She jerked away quickly, into a standing position.

"Haruhi, I'm your friend, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to know the reason why you killed him," Kaoru explained, staring at her from his position on the floor. She started to panic, no one had been so kind to her, besides her mother. Everyone had immediately noticed when my personality changed.

My eyes flickered around the room, finally aware of what was going on. I heard the sirens outside blaring and saw Tamaki lying on the ground with Mitsukuni applying pressure around the knife wound. My hand flew to my mouth and knew that I was the one who caused it. Kyouya came over to me and bent down. My other hand rose, pointing at Tamaki in horror.

"It wasn't you," Kyouya whispered, but I shook my head and looked at him.

"It was my hand," I replied tensely, I grabbed at my hair and pulled my knees closer to myself. After a moment, I pushed Kyouya away and got to my feet, and I ran. I was ashamed that I ran, but I did. I ran as fast as I could.

I bumped into Akira and back peddled immediately. He grabbed my shoulders trying to calm me. I was shaking and I saw the stoic expression that his son knew so well. Sakura stood beside her husband and looked at me in shock. The ambulance was there and the paramedics hurried past towards where Takashi had exited and waved them over.

Sakura immediately pulled me to her and hugged me tightly. I had a feeling they both knew what happened but didn't say anything as the paramedics carried Tamaki out on a stretcher. I clutched my foster mother tightly afraid to let go. They exchanged a look, before Akira went to check on the others. Sakura guided me into their room, set me down on a chair, and looked at me, half-scolding and half-sympathetic.

"What happened?" she questioned, looking at me expectantly. I took a deep breath as she wiped my eyes with a handkerchief as she attempted to stop the tears that were pouring out of my eyes. I shook my head.

"I don't know," I hiccupped looking at her, "I was there, and then...I wasn't...I told them something and they got mad..."

"Dear, people get angry a lot at things. You should really be taken you medicine," she scolded and resting her hand on my knee. "Souh-san may press charges..." she commented lightly. Adding to my grief. I pushed her hand away from my knee and stood up.

"I'm sorry I'm such a burden," I apologized, in a sour tone. Then I left. Sakura called out to me but I closed the door. I wiped my eyes with my thumbs, cursing my weakness. Akira was sending the others home in cars. Kyouya looked back at me and pointed at his head and then me. My mouth twitched up in a sneer before I headed up stairs. I saw Takashi standing near the top, watching the others leave.

I walked past him and headed towards my room. My hand hovered over the doorknob, and I was afraid of opening it. Afraid of what I was going to find inside. After a moment, I finally gathered the courage and opened it.

The table was still flipped upside, food flung everywhere. There was a splotch of blood on the carpet from where Tamaki lay. I looked around, glancing at the blood. Memories that I couldn't find would've flooded into my mind, instead I cursed myself for now knowing what had happened.. "She damaged your room," Akira mumbled, entering my room. I glanced back at him and then rubbed my neck. He left after a moment.

I entered my closet and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and an oversized top. I wasn't going anywhere for a while, I had nowhere to run to this time, and wasn't going to. I smiled sadly before walking back out to the couches. The blood was starting to dry, if they didn't clean it soon, then it would be a constant reminder. My hand brushed lightly against the couch that I was sitting in almost an hour ago. I was so focused on trying to recall what happened, that I didn't hear the door open and silently close, or the soft footsteps that came and stood a foot behind me. That is until someone cleared their voice.

"The servants need to clean up in here, and the spare bedrooms are not prepared," Akira explained, before stepping forward and placing a hand on my shoulder. He had always been more talkative than his son, but not as talkative as Satoshi. "Come, you can wait downstairs in the tea room until they are done," his monotone voice carried to my ears, but I felt as if I was miles away. My foster father softly guided me out the door and down to the tearoom. I stepped inside, looking around. The room had a few candles lit, giving it some light in the darkness. I smiled softly at Akira. He nodded before sliding the doors shut. My silent way of saying thank you, and his way of saying no problem.

A/N: Haruhi has Dissociative Identity Disorder, also known as Multiple Personality Disorder. (Google it if you want to learn more). That is why, when she is recounting what had happened from what she had figured out, she is referring to the identity controlling her body at that time a different person.

At one point she refers to her alter and herself as 'us', 'our' and 'we' because, really, they are two completely different people. Haruhi herself is more caring and wouldn't think about killing someone. Her alter is more 'evil', she protects Haruhi when it comes down to it, but can do it but hurting someone else.