Alrighty all you people that like my story so far…um…this chapter is actually going to be a bit more depressing if you don't mind…so…here we go! Oh! And we're now switching to Kylir's pov. Every few chapters I'll switch to a different character's pov so here's Kylir!

Someone Be My Atlas

Needing the shoulders to prop me up

-Kylir's Pov-

The dance had been wonderful! Odd had made it the best time of my life, and the gang insisted on getting dinner before and ice dream after.

But I had a dark cloud in the back of my mind every day…

Depression threatened to overthrow the brief happiness I had acquired by hanging out with the gang. I somehow managed to keep it in its corners, dreams, however, were another matter.

No matter how long and how hard I tried to convince myself, I still felt the dark and pained cloud in the back of my mind, ready to overwhelm me at any moment. I was frightened by it, but I kept as much control as I possibly could.

One day, when I was studying alone in the field, Sissy came and taunted me for hanging out with Ulrich and Odd, and my self-control snapped.

My eyes opened wide as the cloud darkened my mind and I hurried away from Sissy. I needed my so called friends but they were away doing something important, something that dealt with an old factory.

I didn't know where I was going exactly and at the moment I didn't care. I dropped my bag somewhere along the stands at the football field. I ran, letting tears and raging emotions take over my senses.

I felt empty, alone, in pain, somewhat numb, scarred, and fearful. I had fallen back into depression, the thing that I feared the most.

Most people were afraid of spiders, snakes, lightning, or even clowns, but I was afraid of the feeling of depression. The state of mind left me abusing myself and becoming nothing.

I soon ended up in front of a manhole that I had seen Yumi climbing down one day.

I let curiosity reign over my better judgment and I moved it aside. I climbed down the ladder and looked around. I decided to move on and ran to where I found an old factory. I continued on until I found an elevator. I lifted a finger to push the button, but then stopped. Did I really want to see what was going on down there just yet? Should I deal with my tangled web of feelings before I dealt with whatever the gang was doing down there?

I recoiled from the elevator and backed away.

Suddenly, the elevator started moving and I jumped in surprise. I ran away from the oncoming group of my friends and back to the school. I ran up the stairs and soon bumped into Jim, the coach.

I flew backwards and landed on my side. I moaned with pain and stood up.

"No running," Jim hissed.

I looked at him and narrowed my eyes in confusion. Since when did Jim have flickering black eyes?

The next thing I knew, he had pushed my down the tow flights of stairs and I heard a sickening crunch that could only be from me. I groaned in pain as I landed on the cold ground.

"Stay away from Lyoko…Xana will have you…" Jim whispered and took off.

Who were this Lyoko and Xana? Their names were foreign to me.

Throbbing pain and hurting numbness filled my broken body as I grimaced in pain and shock. I started to have a panic attack when my friends arrived.

"Kylir?! What happened?" They shouted.

More voices filled my mind and they grew louder and then softer. I heard a siren in the distance and faces in my vision swam before me.

I tried to grasp onto something solid, something grabbed mine searching hands. I tried to focus on who it was…all I recognized before I let myself slip into sweet unconsciousness, was the purple streak in his hair.

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Bright white filled my eyes as I slowly opened them. I could not focus on anything as I slowly swiveled my head around to see where I was and what was going on.

"Kylir? Are you actually awake this time?" Someone asked softly.

"What…are you…talking…about?" I asked weakly.

"You've been shouting in your sleep…what happened?" He asked as I started to focus on the people by my side.

"This…thing…I keep seeing. I keep seeing a symbol…and I saw it in Jim's eyes when he knocked me down the stairs," I mumbled.

I heard sharp intakes of breath.

"Did…Jim say anything?" Jeremy asked.

"He said…something about staying away from this thing called Lyoko…and he said something about me being Xana's…" I groaned as I realized how much I was in pain.

"Xana?!" Aelida whispered.

I nodded slightly and looked down at myself.

"What's all broken?" I asked, afraid of what I would hear.

"Your shin, left hand, and a few ribs. You really ought to drink more milk," Ulrich said, trying to make the conversation more light as Jeremy pondered on what I had said.

"Oh…but…do you guys know who or what these things are?" I asked.

"Should we?" Yumi asked softly.

Jeremy sighed and nodded.

"Well…there's this place called Lyoko…"