A/N: I got this idea from a book called cut, I don't exactly know all the details of what I'm ganna do with this story but you can bet it'll be sad, almost all my stories are, but ppl usually like my stories so I hope every one who reads this will like it. I don't own yu-gi-oh GX or the story cut I am only 13 for crying out loud. It was a cold night. The wind blow through the darkened moon light. A young boy shivered in the shadows. He held tight to his nesters streamed from his face.

With every gust of wind he could feel goose-bumps on his body. It didn't help much that is raining and he was soaking wet. He hid inside a slid so he didn't get any wetter. He was already so cold.

He felt like nothing mattered. That day he found out that his mother had killed herself wall she was in Hammacher after being wrapped by one of the male attendants and that they were planning on taking his younger sister were his mother was. Apparently his little sister had bin starving her self and throwing up. After that the people who took his mom away and wanted to take his sister told him he would be taken to a foster home because his dad was ill and wood probably die soon.

When they tried to grab his arm he jerked away. He screamed when they tried to grab him again. He started fighting them. He called them home rockers and told them to leave his family alone. He tried his hardest to get them away from him but then they polled out a needle.

It was a tranquilizer. They stuck the needle in but he ran before they could push the liquid in. They couldn't stop him as he ran out the door. Now they were probably looking for him. He just wondered how far he ran and if they would find him.

He hoped that they wouldn't even think to look for him in the slide. He really hoped. He reached to the needle and polled it out. His arm hurt. He felt like dieing.

He wanted to die. Every thing in his life was going wrong. It shouldn't be like this. His mother shouldn't be dead, his sister shouldn't be getting taken away, and his father shouldn't be Ill. But it was!

Why did all this have to happen to him? He was only 7 and his life was falling apart! He felt so alone. He didn't think any one could ever understand how he felt. He just wanted to die.

He lifted his head. Out of the slide lying in the grass was some thing shiny. He slowly made his way down the slide. He looked to make sure no one was around. He got out of the slide.

He looked at what had caught his attention. It was a peace of broken glass. He picked it up and went back in the slide. For some reason the glass made him feel good. He felt like he had a say in his life.

He didn't fully understand what he was doing. He placed the glass to his wrist and pushed down.
Blood slowly pored out of his wrist. He took the glass away and watched the beautiful crimson leak out from his wrist.

He felt like every thing was better, but it was just getting worse because now they would find him and seen what he has done and he will be taken away. He slowly started to cry. He knew that's what they would do. He wanted to sleep but instead he got out of the slide. If they couldn't find him then they wouldn't know what he did and they can't take him away.

So he ran. Broken glass held tight in his hand. Blood mixed with rain. Tears falling from his face.
He ran.

A/N: what do you think? I hope you like it, but you probably didn't if you don't like sad stories. Well any way R&R!