Sorry it took so long to update! I've been so busy since school started! Okay so I'll get on with this story and hopefully it'll turn out right. :3 Thanks to all followers/favouriters, I appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.

It's been three months since the accident. No, I'm not okay. And no, I'll probably won't ever get over it. I'm being forced to go back to school, despite my many refuses. I couldn't go back there. I wouldn't live if I did. Everyone would blame me for Shiro's death. Everyone probably hates me by now. It is all my fault. And I hated myself for it.

I groaned and rolled out of bed. Literally.

"Fuck..."

I was still in slight pain from it all, but my bandages were taken off. I had a huge scar in my ribcage. The blade that had gone into my side was a butcher knife 8 inches long, and if my attacker had pushed that thing an inch further into me, I would've surely died right there. That's how lucky I was.

I wish it had gone an inch further. Then I wouldn't have to live with this. I could be with Shiro, heaven or hell. I think I'd be happy anywhere so long as I was with my Shiro.

I sat up and took in my surroundings. On the other side of my bed was the one and only Orihime. I whined. "Inoue-saaaaann... Why'd you push me off the bed...?"

She crossed her arms. "Because I knew you wouldn't get off if I asked you."

She wasn't wrong.

I frowned. "I really don't want to go to school Orihime-chan. Nobody will want to be around me."

She shook her head. "Nonsense. You know I've told you a million times that it is not your fault." I looked down and nodded, still not believing her entirely.

She sighed and walked over to me, extending her hand. "C'mon, let's get ready. You'll be late if we don't hurry." I nodded and grasped her hand, standing up.

"Lemme get changed and I'll meet you out in the kitchen, okay?" I said to her. She shook her head.

"God only knows what you'll wear if I don't help you. Here," She started rummaging through my drawers and pulled out a graphic tee. "This is okay, right? It's comfortable." She'd picked up a Fall Out Boy tee, a band I'd just recently got into. I shrugged.

"Yeah that's good." She smiled and threw the shirt to me.

"Good. Now I trust you to pick out acceptable pants. I'll be in the kitchen." I nodded and watched her as she shut the door behind her. I unbuttoned my pajama shirt and slipped the tee on. It was new, so it didn't feel as soft as my older shirts. I don't usually wear anything other than casual attire anymore, so my flannels and dress pants have been shoved to the bottoms of my drawers. Now what usually fills my drawers are graphic tee shirts and blue jeans.

I pulled one of my jeans from my drawer and replaced the blue pajamas that adorned me during the night with them. I brushed a comb through my silky hair and headed out the door, to the kitchen.

"Is this okay Orihime-chan?" I asked quietly.

Inoue turned around from the stove, where she was cooking some sort of omlette. She nodded eagerly. "Yes, that's great. Would you like a teriyaki omlette with wasabi?

I grimaced. "No thank you Inoue. I think I'll stick to a pop tart. Not that hungry this morning." The over processed American excuse for a tart was absolutely filled with unhealthy ingredients, but it sounded more appetizing than whatever Inoue was cooking.

I grabbed the silver wrapped breakfast from my pantry and tore open the packaging. I took a nibble and watched as Inoue poured the contents of whatever was in that pan. She happily ate her egg and I just continued to eat my American food. When she was finished with her creation, she took her plate and scraped the extras into the trash bin. I took the wrapper and also threw it in the trash can.

"C'mon Sado-kun is waiting for us outside." Inoue said happily.

I whined again. "Inoueeeee can I just stay home?" She shook her head firmly and grabbed my wrist as a precaution. I sighed and grabbed my school bag on the way out as Inoue dragged me out of my apartment. Chad stood outside, back on the railing.

"Hello Sado-kun." I said to him, trying to wrench my grip from the surprisingly strong woman grasping my wrist tightly. He nodded in greeting and followed us away from the apartments. Once we had a sizable distance between us and my beloved house, Inoue finally let go of my wrist.

"I'm trusting you Uryu-san..." She said, giving me a serious look. I sighed and nodded. There was no point in going back now. She smiled and skipped ahead of us to catch up with Tatsuki-san, her best friend. They immediately began to chat. "Hey Sado-san?" I asked the quiet figure beside me.

"Hm?" He hummed.
"How did you deal with your loss of loved ones?"

He was silent for a couple seconds. "By remembering how much they loved me." He said simply.

I frowned. It wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for, but it was close enough.
"Thank you." I said. He nodded as we entered the school grounds.

I looked around. Everything was still the same, for the most part. Except for one thing.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and kept walking, headed towards the front desk to check in. I waved to Inoue and Chad, and they waved back.

I entered the glass doors, shivering at the cold temperature. I took a deep breath and went into the office.

The familiar smell of cleaning products and paper overwhelmed me as I approached the large wooden desk.

"M-my name is Ishida Uryu. I was absent for three months because of major injuries." I said nervously.

The woman's eyes widened and she nodded. "You're the one they were all talking about. You were attacked, ne?"

I nodded slowly. She sighed sadly. "I'm very sorry Ishida-kun. I heard about um..."

Suddenly my eye twitched with annoyance. I really did not want to talk about him. "May I please just have my schedule, ma'am?" I said through gritted teeth.

The woman's eyes widen even more and she swallowed nervously. "H-hai, gomen'nasai..."She shuffled around behind her desk and finally came back with a sheet of paper with my first semester of 10th grade. Damn, I still had three years? She handed me a note as my late excuse. I nodded at the woman and exited the office into the empty hallways. The familiar smells of the school wafted around me while the tardy students rushed to their classrooms, clutching their bags. I took my time, having a note to excuse myself. I looked at my schedule and headed in the direction of my first class. This was not going to be easy.

HOLY SHIT I'M SO SORRY GUYS SCHOOL STARTED AND I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO EVEN GET ON MY LAPTOP PLZ FORGIVE ME. This took me fucking forever to write bc I had to write a segment when I could, then get off to do some shit. I've also been watching YouTube a bit too much. Whoops. But who can say no to Jacksepticeye? Or Markiplier? Or CinnamonToastKen? Or Pewdiepie? Or Cryaotic? Damn I love those guys... They've been my fucking savior since my gf broke w me. But I have another one now. Wow I get over relationships easy. And I'm babbling. Anyway, thanks to all who have favourited, followed ect. this story, it really means a lot. Seriously. Alright everyone, have a nice day and happiness!

~mmbazb