Author's Note: Hello my darlings, it's been awhile hasn't it? I got the sudden urge to write this while listening to "Is That Alright?" by Ashe. This story isn't going to be the happiest thing in the world, but that's okay. Enjoy~

I smile up at the ceiling as that crushing feeling dances around in my lungs, choking and suffocating me. The clear warm pools of tears gather in my crystalline blue eyes, blinding me and making the room swim.

With each second my heart gets heavier and heavier. I grasp it with a calloused hand, trying to relieve the pain. No, no, of course that doesn't work. It never works. Nothing works.

Slowly I stand, a sense of dizziness coming over me. I sway and blink a few times, trying to clear my vision. What has happened to me? How is this even possible…?

I was the Hero of Time. Handsome, athletic, the ladies loved me. Now I'm here, this pathetic worthless piece of shit.

I laugh to myself as another wave of pain stabs me in the chest like an arrow to the heart.

"Fuck…" I mumble to myself.

I stumble over to the window, trembling, spinning, hurting. I grab the windowsill and throw it open, the cool night's air washing over my face. The breeze tangles in my dull blonde hair, pulling at it, beckoning me to step outside and escape into its cold grasp. I shake my head and push those feelings away. What's wrong with me….

The moonlight spills over my fair skin and gives me a sickly coloring as I slowly back away from the window. My heart rate increases and I breathe faster, gasping for air; my supply feels incredibly low. My eyes drift over to my Master Sword, leant up against the wall. It's so inviting looking. I need it…I want it…

I slowly creep toward it, reaching my shaky hand out. My heart pounds faster. I grab the sharp weapon and unsheathe it. A bubbling stream of laughter escapes through my lips, rising into a high psychotic noise.

It scares me, those noises don't belong to me. Who is this person? The fear drives me further into my hurt and insanity.

I need it….I need it to hurt really bad…

I take the sharp blade and slice it all the way up my arm. My smile curls further upwards as I watch the red warm liquid start to flow out the open wound.

Yes…That's it…

I stare down at my arm with glassy eyes, as if I just woke up from a nap and I didn't know what just happened. My smile turns into a scowl and I throw the blade down. No sooner that I do that, I release a pitiful sob and crumple into a heaving mess.

"It hurts…" I whisper, "IT HURTS!"

I slam my fist down on the floor, making my hand throb with pain from the impact.

Why am I like this? Why am I so fucking pathetic… I shouldn't even be feeling this way. I'm a FREAK!

I can't stand the pain….The hurt…The sorrow….The Hylian Hero, reduced to a sobbing mess. What is this, a joke? No, I've been hurt…I've been hurt bad… I can't get my mind off of them. Their pretty face, their scent, their smile….

I could have had any girl I wanted. I could be the happiest man in the world right now with a princess in my arms. But no, of course not. I had fallen in love with

a boy.

Don't you love how short this first chapter is? More importantly, why am I up at 1 in the morning doing this? Oh well….