Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy:D Oh, this takes place during the 3 month time skip.

Warning: There is a kinda graphic scene. Graphic as in gore, not smutXD

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM! That's why I write fanfiction about it. Emphasis on FICTION.

I've been walking for so long, my path got lost along the way. What's the point of fighting…Neah…when I know I'll lose anyway? There is no hope left for me. Allen sat, slouching, on an old broken stool, inside of his rented Inn room. A bottle of cheap booze sat on the floor next to him. The boy laughed to himself. Who knew alcohol could make things so much easier. Then again, everything is easier when you've become too drunk to even form sentences. He took a swig of the drink and thought to himself again.

Do I even deserve to still be alive? Once Uncle takes over I'll be dead anyway. But if takes over…how many people on killing…? Allen couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let his weakness be the cause of many people's murders. But at the same time, he was so sick of fighting the losing battle against his own brain. Was there anything the exorcist could do to stop the future tragedy from happening? Allen glanced at his left arm. Oh how he detested Crown Clown. It was the cause of all the misfortune in the silvette's tragic life. Mana's death, the childhood beatings for being a monster, becoming a destroyer…an exorcist. Allen hated all of it, Allen hated everything. His home was gone, his friends have long since abandoned him, the Noah were waiting to kill him, The Order was ready to torture him, and all because of his innocence and that man, the 14th. An epiphany occurred to him.

What if I wasn't alive at all? What if I died before I had to suffer anymore, or before Neah took over. I have the means to do it already, I was born with them. Haha! I was born just to end my own life! Perfect!

The self-loathing and worthlessness that has been eating away at the boy's soul for so long finally caused him to snap. Allen went insane.

"It's simple really! All I need to do is cut and cut and cut, till my flesh is falling off me and my bones are visible! It won't hurt that much! I just want my life to not be pointless. This way, I'll be saving all those people Neah would have murdered! This way I'll be gaining control!" A sick grin spread across his face. Allen whispered.

"This is the last time for us Crown Clown. I hated you so."

"Now. Activate"

Allen's hand expanded and formed five large razorblades, shaped like fingers. The boy grinned one last time, and began his suicide.

At first the cuts were shallow, like a stray cat nipped at his wrist. But soon he couldn't control his self. He dug all five of the blades as deep as they would go into his arms. If you listened carefully you could hear his veins ripping apart. Blood poured from his now snow-white arms. He collapsed to the floor, but still, he would not stop mutilating his person. His "fingers" reached the bone, where the ever paling figure sawed away, he wanted to reach the marrow. But within the matter of a few seconds, Allen bled out. He had one thought in his head as he passed. It was the thought of something he thought he would never reach. Allen thought he was going to be stuck in the prison of his mind for the rest of eternity. But no, Allen died happy. Because he could finally utter those two words, and they would be the truth.

I'm free.

Ok, I don't know if that sucked or not, it was just a warm up to get my creative juices flowing. But, I hoped you liked it!:D