Summery: Set in season 6. After Buffy came back, Dawn has never felt so alone and she's slowly killing herself. The only one who can save her...is the person that abandoned her when she needed him the most.

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"Dawn I'm going patrolling! I'll see you in the morning!" Dawn heard her sister yell from down stairs. She knew better then to answer because whenever she did Buffy was already gone; so there was no point anymore.

Dawn Michelle Summers was home alone again. Willow was out with her newly-human again friend Amy having a magic-filled time, Tara only came over when she was sure Willow or Buffy weren't around but tonight she had class so she couldn't come over, Xander was with Anya planing their wedding too busy to do anything other then that or work, Giles was at the Magic Box, and Buffy was out patrolling with Spike (aka having sex with Spike until she would come home tomorrow morning around dawn). So basically Dawn had all night to herself and she knew exactly what she was going to do.

Slowly she got out of her room and headed to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her she locked it, just incase Willow brought her friend home with her, even though she doubted it. No one was ever home anymore. She turned on the water making sure it was as hot it could be and turned on the shower. After she stripped off her cloths she stepped into the shower and let the hot steam burn her flesh. It made her body numb and she embraced the numbness.

After about an hour she noticed the water was getting cooler she turned off the shower. Stepping out she wrapped a thin red towel around her naked body. She wiped away the steam from the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her wet long brown hair looked almost black and it looked like it needed to be combed, her skin was as pale as a vampire's, her bloodshot blue eyes that held no emotion with dark bags under them from lack of sleep made her look like she was dead.

Opening the medicine cabinet she pulled out her baby blue Venus razor and closed the door again. She looked at herself as she pushed the cold metal to her wrist. It didn't even hurt anymore, she almost laughed bitterly at the thought. It doesn't hurt anymore because she's nothing. Real people would feel pain. She wasn't real. She never was even if she did bleed.She then tore her eyes away from the mirror and looked at the dark crimson blood coming from wrist.

Blood. It always has to be blood. Blood was what kept everything alive. Humans and Demons. The blood that kept flowing into her veins keeping her alive. Oh how she hates the blood. The blood that keeps her breathing, the blood that taunts her. Laughing at her face making sure she lives through everything. Lives through everything that's happening under her very nose. All the people dying around her, thanks to the vampires and demons that walked the night. Making sure she knew that it was all her fault.

It was the price she paid for not dying on that tower. It was the price she paid for not being brave enough to end her suffering quickly.It was the price she paid for wishing her sister stayed in her grave.

Her sister. This time a bitter laugh did escape Dawn's mouth.

Buffy. Everything always revolved around her sister. Because Buffy was perfect. Buffy was the slayer. Buffy was everything and got everything. But when Buffy died things changed; people were actually noticing her. That was something completely new for Dawn. People were actually seeing her as something other then "Buffy's brat of a sister". People talked to her and hung out with her no because they had to, but because they wanted to; when Buffy died, Dawn felt like she finally belonged and it didn't matter that she was only a year old.

Now that Buffy was back, everything went back to the way they were before she died. She was considered "Little Dawnie", No one told her anything or hung out with her unless they had to, and she was constantly alone. When Buffy came back, she went back to being nothing but a mystic ball of energy made into Buffy's little sister who ruined her life.

She hates Willow. Why did she have to try and prove herself to be a powerful wicca by bring back the dead? Did Willow, Xander, Anya, or even Tara know that Spike was right about magic? Magic always had consequences and what's pathetic was that they didn't even know what the consequence was this time. They all thought they proved the blonde vampire wrong. What they didn't realize was that while they made Buffy alive again that they killed the youngest Summers girl in the process.

Dawn shook her head as she finally took the now red stained razor from off her wrist. The bleeding wasn't to bad, so she just grabbed a towel and put pressure on her wound before wrapping it up in gauze around it.

Putting the razor back in the cabinet and still holding the blood stained towel, she walked out of the bathroom and headed to her bedroom and stuffed the towel in her closet. As she looked at her cloths she wondered what she was going to wear tonight.

Finally decided on a dark denim skirt and a black V neck long sleeved shirt she placed the items on her bed before she took out a black lace thong and matching bra she put those one before putting on her outfit. Putting on her black eyeliner, black eye shadow, and red lipstick on she looked into her mirror again as she started brushing her hair.

"Nobody loves you Dawnie. Nobody wants you around Dawnie. You should have died on that tower Dawnie. Go away Dawnie. You're no one compared to Buffy, Dawnie. You are nothing Dawnie"

The cold words that screamed at her in the back of her head made her look away. She had to get out of the house. She needed to get seriously fucked up and she knew exactly where to go to make that happen.

Quickly grabbing her leather jacket and purse she ran out the door heading straight to the Bronze.

You're nothing Dawnie.

TBC

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