Wow this is like the longest chapter I have ever written. I am so proud of myself. I'm going to try to update everyday, or at least write some everyday so that I don't lose interest. Wish me luck!

Fang deserves to be crazy every now and then!

Me no own.


"School. The natural habitat of a rare creature known as the teenager," Fang whispered in a fake Australian accent, his eyes flicking from person to person in the hallway, "These creatures are highly dangerous and could easily rip my head of….I'm gonna go touch one."

Fang continued to walk normally down the hall, his eyes searching. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway. He looked left, then right, then straight ahead. He slowly lowered himself into a crouch and stalked forward. Looking backward as If he was looking into a camera, he spoke quietly.

"This here is what we call a nerd. They are incredibly smart, but quiet timid." He nodded for emphasis to his words.

Fang looked over at the oblivious nerd, who had his books held close to his chest. He slowly moved forward until he was right behind the shorter boy. The nerd was looking around the hallway, obviously nervous. The boy's thin shoulders suddenly tensed up and he slowly turned to look behind him. Fang looked down at the scared boy with an emotionless face. Silence surrounded the two as they stared at each other.

Then the nerd screamed.

Fang's eyes widened as he watched the by race down the hall, practically ramming through people. He closed his eyes and let out a small tsking noise while shaking his head. He looked back at his 'camera' and held an imaginary microphone up to his lips.

"When a nerd gets frightened they become dangerous projectiles. Even the smallest of teens can be deadly."

He put down his microphone, and seeming to forget about his show, began walking down the hall. He sniffed slightly and wiped his nose with his sleeve. He looked at the numbers on the doors, seemingly fascinated by them. His strange fascination was cut off as he rammed into a warm body.

"Whoa! You should watch where you're walking," An unknown voice laughed.

Fang's body stiffened and he quickly backed away from the person. He kept his eyes to the ground and began nervously picking at his shirt. He was brought out of his revere when something warm and heavy landed on his shoulder. It took him a couple seconds to realize that the other boy had put his hand on his shoulder. An involuntary shriek broke through his lips and he sprang backward.

"Calm down buddy! I'm not gonna hurt you!" The other boy's hands shot up in an 'I give up' signal.

Fangs eyes snapped up to look at the boy's face. The other teen hand bright blue eyes that shined with worry, his strawberry blond hair falling into them. His lips were turned up into a small, comforting smile; but Fang only saw it as cruel and taunting.

"Nigerarenu you ni! Fukaki mori no shisetsu! Kinjirareta gijutsu!" Fang frantically said the first words he could think of.

"uh, what?" The other boy asked.

"Sorry!" Fang shouted, pushing past the boy.

His feet slapped the ground as he ran through the hallways. He had to get away from the boy; he didn't want to get hurt. Not anymore. Never again.

He skidded to a stop when he realized that he was in a complete different hallway then the one his next class was on. His eyes flashed back and forth as he tried to find out what hallway he was in, but he couldn't tell. He went over to one of the rooms, trying to act calmer than he really was, and looked at the room number. But the numbers on the wall next to the door seemed to scramble up and blur, soon they looked as if they were dancing. Little faces popped up and the numbers smiled at him. They even started to sing!

A smile spread on Fang's lips. What was he so worried about, these guys were so cute! A high pitched giggle sounded next to him, making Fang look over to his right. A fairy had landed on his shoulder and was smiling at him. She had pretty pink hair that matched her dress and a little blue wand.

"Hi Fang!" She giggled in her little girl voice.

"Cindy!" He started giggling with the fairy.

The giggling stopped abruptly as he remembered he was still in the school hallway. He looked around him to see the hallways completely devoid of life. Even of bugs and rodents. He looked back down at the numbers to see that they were back in their normal places, no longer singing and dancing. He sighed sadly when he saw that Cindy was no longer there.

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, dededede. All of them standing in a line. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head!" He sang, and proceeded back down the hall.

He no longer cared if he made it to class at all or not. Class was stupid anyway. Just like life. Life was stupid. No point in it at all. He looked down at his arm. The sleeve had rolled up some, showing off his scars. He had stopped cutting a year ago, telling himself he didn't need it. But the want had never really left.

"Come on, Fang. It's not like anyone but us likes you anyway. Your parents and teachers only act like they care and the kids at school don't even make those efforts, so what's the point?" A rough voice said from next to him.

Fang looked to his side to see a blond teen walking with him, a cigarette between his lips. Fang knew the other teen wasn't real. Doctors had told him that his mind made up hallucinations for each of his emotions. This one happened to be Depression. Fang called him Shadow because he figured it would be weird if he kept randomly saying Depression around other people. Not that Shadow is much better, but whatever.

The vision nibbled on the end of his cigarette for a little bit, his blue eyes narrowed in thought. His eyes reminded Fang of the boy he ran into earlier.

"That boy will hate you too," Shadow suddenly declared in his rough smoker's voice, "once he finds out that you're not exactly sane."

Fang looked down at the tiles, stepping over each crack. Shadow was right, of course. Shadow was always right. Fang had a pocket knife stored in his backpack for emergencies. His figured this could count as an emergency. Nodding to himself, he spun on his heel and headed for the boy's bathroom. No one was there sense it was the middle of class. Fang opened the first stall door and locked it behind him. No one ever seemed to use the first stall unless the bathroom was full.

He carefully lay his bag on the floor, suddenly very cautious of his every action. He unzipped the second to biggest pocket and rummaged around in it. His fingers closed around the end on the knife and he yanked it out of his bag. Throwing any and almost all caution to the wind, he flipped open the knife and brought it to his wrist. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he dragged the knife around his wrist.

He watched in amazement as the scarlet red life blood flowed out of his arm, but it wasn't enough. He dug the knife deeper into his arm with each cut, coming close to the veins in his arm. He watched the blood flow down his arm like a kid would look at a giant chocolate rabbit. He sat silently on the toilet, letting himself get dizzy from blood loss and from the beating he had that morning.

Finally he pushed himself off the toilet and unlocked the stall door. He played with the knobs on the sink until the water was a good temperature then stuck his arm under the water. He hissed in discomfort as the water rushed onto his open wounds. Reaching out blindly, he took three paper towels from the dispenser thing and wrapped his arm up in it. He then got a roll of tap out of his backpack and tapped the towels down so that they wouldn't fall off. He was always well prepared.

He tugged his sleeve down over his arm and looked up at the ceiling. Second period was bound to be almost over. He didn't really feel like going to advisory, it was really a stupid class. It was only twelve minutes long. He figured it was to make up for not having a homeroom, so it was kinda like homeroom before third period.

He tightened his hands into fists and steeling himself for the horrible experience of dealing with people he didn't like, he pushed open the bathroom door and wandered out into the hall. He shoved his hands in his hands in his pockets as he walked, making sure to not irritate his healing cuts. He started to hum in happiness. He knew where he was and no numbers were dancing and singing!

Thanks to that it was simple for him to find his advisory. Nope it didn't even deserve to be capitalized. The harsh sound of the bell ringing echoed through the halls. Fang had to swerve out of the way as teens began pouring out of the classrooms, excited to be able to talk with friends.

"And this, my friends, is the teens crossing time." Fang whispered in his fake Australian accent.

He opened the door to his advisory and stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was the boy from earlier was sitting on top of a desk talking to a girl with straight black hair and another girl with brown hair with sun streaks. The second thing was a little less pleasant. He had gotten the attention of two boys. One with brown eyes and the other with turquoise.

And just like that, he hated life again.