-Roppi`s pov-
I sat in the school's lunch room. I was new to the school so of course I sat by myself. When I sat down these kids started to talk behind me. They were your basic cheerleaders and jocks. Out to make everyone miserable.
"Oh my gawd! Look at him! What's with the coat? Isn't it spring?" One cheerleader kept on.
Of course I sat there. I took it. I was only here a week or so and I already got this every day. Oh well.
"Dude takes up to much space. Ain`t worth the time to mess with." One jock said. Quarter back of the school's football team.
They were right…I wasn't worth anyone's time. I'm useless. They were right, and I hate them for that.
I ran in my house and up the stairs. No one was home yet. Izaya, Psyche, and Hibiya go to different schools.
I ran to the room Izaya and I shared; slamming the door behind me. I ran over to Izaya`s dresser and pulled out on of his pockets knives.
I heard that when people are upset they do crazy and odd thing's they would never do if they were san.
Simply walking over to my bed, I sat down. Everything those kids said ran threw my head. They were all right.
I brought the knife to my wrist; tears stung my eyes as the blade cut my skin. I repeated the action. Blood ran down my wrist, staining my shirt. Why did this fell good? Oh yeah. It reminded me I was alive… that I was really there.
After a couple minutes and cuts cover both my wrist I sat there, crying. The tears burned my newly done cuts and blood kept coming. I never wanted them to stop bleeding. Ever!
I laid down and closed my eyes, the tears still coming. Next thing I realize…I meet my angel.