Notes: I ended up getting depressed and wrote this instead of sleeping. I wrote it really late so please forgive me for any mistakes. I edited it twice but if I missed anything just let me know. Enjoy the angst :3

The song Lullaby by Nickleback was blaring out of the speakers on the desk at a rather loud volume. You could barely hear the small blond's sob over the music as he buried his face in his pillow miserably. He felt terrible and so very alone. He felt useless, unwanted, like he was a burden. But he wasn't alone; he had friends, friends who have told him more than once that he's not a burden. So why is there this horrible feeling inside of him? Why are their voices that are constantly reminding him how pathetic he is, how nobody could ever love a stupid little weakling like himself?

For months he tried to ignore them but as time went on he couldn't help but wonder if maybe the voices were speaking the truth. Putting on a happy smile each day was easy, nobody ever saw through his facade. No one would ever guess that cute clumsy little Arlert was actually dying on the inside. As days went on his bright azure orbs dimmed and his mask slowly began to shatter. Eren finally took notice of the change in his friend's behaviors. He had even asked Armin what was wrong. No. The brunet didn't really care. Nobody cared for him and he was all alone. Even the bullies told him so…

Since he was all alone it wouldn't matter if died, right? The only problem was that the male was actually very much afraid of death. But his depression was greater than his fear and it only took him three days to finally give in to his misery. Even with it decided he couldn't help but feel frightened but if killing himself would take away this despair then what choice did he have?

Armin spends another half hour curled up on his bed sobbing. Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't things go back to how they were when they were all kids? Why was he having second thoughts now when he had already decided days ago that he would commit suicide? Sniffling he sits up, no, he wouldn't back down. How he would kill himself was still undecided at the moment. The blond pulls up his sleeves, glancing at the many scars adorning his delicate pale flesh. He could just slit his wrists and bleed out to death. Then again he also had a gun so shooting himself was always an option.

Chewing on his bottom lip for a moment in thought he finally makes his choice and grabs the knife he had taken out of the kitchen earlier. He had the house to himself for the weekend and he wasn't expecting anybody to come over. Nervously moving to his bathroom he leaves his IPod playing. He allows himself a few seconds to look over himself in the mirror with a frown. He looked so small and frail, he distantly wondered what his friends would think if they saw him like this, if they saw all of his scars. Pathetic, he knew what they really thought about him. He knew they were liars. They saw him the same way everybody else did, a pitiful disgrace of a human being. They had befriended him simply because they felt sorry for him.

"Armin."

He gasps and takes a step away from the counter, wincing when his back hits the wall. "E-Eren…?" Swallowing thickly his eyes flicker back to the mirror where his friend's voice had emanated from. His friends…they were laughing at him, mocking him. He knew they weren't really there, just a figment of his fucked up imagination. But they sounded so real. Whimpering his lip quivers and he grasps the knife tighter in his hand. He was practically hyperventilating now, "please go away…" His voice sounded so weak even to his own ears. His words only made them laugh louder and letting out an anguished scream he heaves the blade at the mirror. He didn't even care about the sharp glass shards crunching beneath him as he sunk to the floor crying. It was now or never…

Picking the knife up nimbly from where it had landed Armin pulls up his sleeves once more. A small hiss escapes him when the sharp blade carefully slices through the delicate flesh on his wrist. He bites down hard on his lip to hold back his noises as he tears more of his skin apart. Taking a few deep breaths he finally presses the knife harder. Within a minute there were deep gashes over both of his wrists cut directly over the veins. Pulling his sleeves back down he shuts his eyes, his small frame trembling as he brought the knife to his neck. The blond lets out one last whimper before slitting his throat. It hurt, it hurt so much. But he deserved it. It didn't take long before black spots appeared at the edge of his vision and he finally slipped into unconsciousness, allowing the darkness to consume him.

Two minutes later the phone on the bed buzzed, revealing a new text message from Eren,

'Armin answer your fucking door already. I've been standing out here for like five minutes. Armin I swear to God I'll break this door down if you don't let me in. It's raining and I'm fucking cold.

Notes: I might continue this if enough people like it and want me to.