Chapter two! Woah, I'm updating relatively fast! Just thought I should let you know, I'm leaving you on a bit of a cliffhanger today! By the way, ignore Imogen. She's just a very minor character I decided to add in for pure fun. Everybody knows that girl who actually says LOL and IDK and IKR in real life, or should I say, IRL? Sorry. I'll go now. *hides behind bookshelf* *bookshelf falls* Whatever, bye xx

P.S. Sorry if I get the uni completely wrong. I've never been to one, you see!

Hiccup's Point Of View

"Morning, class," Miss Cooper addressed the biology class. "You notice how I said 'morning' not 'good morning'? That's because I don't want to wish upon you a good morning. I detest you all intensely. Haddock!" I jumped as I heard my last name called by our psychopathic biology teacher. "Y- yes, Miss Cooper?"

"Where's your essay?!"

I sighed. I'd put it on her desk before class, and I'd told her that! "I put it on your desk," I informed her nervously. "Good," she said. "Now, who can explain to me the importance of cockroaches?"

We all stared at her. Astrid, who was sitting next to me, put her hand up. "Yes, Miss Hoofinsor?"

"Um, it's Hofferson- and, uh, what does that have to do with today's class?"

"Of course, silly me. Well, Miss Hoffinsop, I am the teacher, not you."

Ashley Ngyuen's hand shot up. "I need to go to the bathroom!" she practically screamed and ran out of the room before anybody could stop her.

Miss Cooper went into a long rant about always listening to your teacher, which somehow evolved into a lecture about axolotls, and I got into trouble several times for doing precisely nothing.

After that, the class went back to how a class should be. With actual learning involved.

About halfway through, Miss Cooper decided Astrid and I were talking too much(we weren't talking at all), and she moved me to the back of the classroom.

Stop.

Useless.

Worth nothing. A mistake. You should have died instead of your father. Go and kill yourself. There's a pocket-knife in your bag, you should just slit your wrists while nobody's watching-

My pen dropped to the floor. I bent down to pick it up, and as I did so, I saw the glint of a small knife sticking out of my bag.

Do it.

I could have.

I could very well have slit my own wrists right then and there... but I didn't.

I could see Astrid in front of me.

Esther's Point Of View

We- me, Astrid, Fishlegs, Cami, Snotlout, Ruff and Tuff- were walking to the library at lunchtime later that day to meet Hiccup. Astrid was talking seriously to Snotlout, and I veered closer to them to "overhear" their conversation.

"... didn't get a chance to talk to him."

"Ya, me neither. Saw him in the corridors in between classes, but Lucy Hill was hanging around trying to kiss me, and I couldn't talk to him with her there."

I inched closer, trying to catch everything.

Astrid nodded. "Understandable. Are you sure you're okay to take him to the centre? You don't need one of us to- Look, Esther, if you're going to eavesdrop, you may as well come and join the conversation."

I stepped closer to them, surprised. "Who are you talking about?"

"Hiccup," Snotlout answered. "I'm taking him to the medical centre later, whether he likes it or not."

"What? Why?"

Astrid answered for him. "Hiccup has depression, and Snotlout's taking him to get antidepressants."

"Depression?!"

They told me Snotlout had found diagnosis papers on Hiccup's desk. "Woah... okay. Why didn't he tell us?" I wondered aloud.

"He doesn't want to worry us, and he makes us worry even more by not telling us," Snotlout explained as we walked through the library doors.

Yep, that sounded a lot like my brother.

Cami's Point Of View

We walked through the library doors, dropping our voices so that the real-life Madam Pince wouldn't get us in trouble. Our librarian was nice enough but went up in flames when you made too much noise.

Of course, I'd been listening to Esther, Astrid, and Snotlout's conversation. The twins had as well, and we were shocked. How could he have kept this from us?

"Hi, guys!" Hiccup's usually bright voice said from the corner, today flat and sounding sad.

That was normal now.

We all gave him smiles anyway- he deserved to have them on his own face- and sat down at the table.

"So," said Astrid, who was next to Hiccup, "what did you want to talk about?"

Hiccup looked sheepish. "Well, I, uh- I... we haven't really talked much lately. Or just hung out. So... we have an hour now..."

The twins high-fived each other. Heather, Fishlegs and Snotlout looked extremely happy and exchanged small, excited glances. Esther grinned at Hiccup and sent him a wink that clearly meant something, though I didn't know what.

Astrid was ecstatic. "Great idea, Hiccup! And tomorrow we should have a bit more time since it's gonna be Saturday."

On Saturdays, we had half the day off.

I was pretty hyped myself! We hadn't really had time to just be ourselves all together like this, not since Hiccup's father had... passed away, and we had all started Wordin University together. So I gave a beam to rival Astrid's, and agreed with her.

Half an hour later, we headed to our next lecture, which was psychology so we were all together, and Hiccup actually almost looked like his old self. He was laughing as we entered room 112, and he had smiled throughout the whole lunch break.

Even in the lecture, he didn't stop smiling.

At least, not with his eyes.

Snotlout's Point Of View

When we got back to our share house that afternoon, Hiccup went straight to his room, the spell of happiness broken. Astrid raised her eyebrows at me. "You going?" I nodded and knocked on Hiccup's door. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the twins sneaking up behind Esther with a baseball bat they had gotten from Gods know where. "Esther!" I called, trying to warn her.

She moved sideways on impulse, her head narrowly missing the bat as Ruffnut swung it in full force.

I knocked again. Still no answer. Fishlegs was already sitting at the table reading his book, and Cami, Heather and Astrid were sitting on the table.

Again and again, I knocked, but there was no answer.

No answer...

What if he had...

No. He couldn't have done. Hiccup wasn't like that. He wasn't suicidal...

Preparing myself mentally for the worst, I grabbed the oak handle, twisted it fiercely, and walked into the room.