Hai guys! It's Kitty / Midnight / Lyndsey here! I'm just apologizing for the late upload of this chapter, and for the late uploads that will surely come because of school . I'd also like to say that I changed the Prologue a bit. Lachlan only cut once, and it was on his left wrist, not his right. I just needed to change that for the next few chapters.
Last, I'd like to thank everyone who have my fanfiction in there favorites and/or are following it. It means a lot to me! Thanks, and enjoy!

(Lachlan's POV)

I fiddled with my wrist. It had began to bleed again when I was skyping Vik. He must've found it rude, how I just quickly left like that. I promised myself I'd never do that again. Looking at my clock, I saw it was almost time for my daily recording of Crazy Craft. I didn't feel up to it, but my fans depended on it. I decided to record anyway.

I slammed my head against my desk and let out a moan. This wasn't the first, wasn't the second, but was the third time I had to record the video. My mike was too loud the first time, and it sounded terrible. Then the second time I forgot to hit record. Instead, I'd hit preview. Do I bother recording again? I decided to try again for the fans. Making sure everything was perfect, I began another recording.

Luckily, third time's the charm.

After a successful episode of Crazy Craft was posted, I found myself wandering around my house. It was so lonely in Australia. Nobody visited. Nobody lived here. Than a thought smacked me in the face. Jay! Running back upstairs towards my phone, I began to text him.

To: The Amazing Jayg3r

Jayyyyyyyy! Are you here?

From: The Amazing Jayg3r

Yea. Whatcha need Little Lachy?

To: The Amazing Jayg3r

Wanna come over? I'm bored, and feel like recording something with 'The Amazing Jayg3r'.

From: The Amazing Jayg3r

You didn't change it back? Hahaha. Sure. Give me like 10 mins to get ready.

I smiled at the fond memory of Jayg3r stealing my phone and changing his contact ID to 'The Amazing Jayg3r'. I never changed it back.

Continuing to set up my recording material to what I wanted to do with Jay, I reached for a box to my left. Bean Boozled! We'll play Pixelmon Lucky blocks. For every pokemon you killed, you would lose a bean. If one of your pokemon were killed, you'd eat 4 beans. The winner lost 2 beans as well. I shuddered, the adrenalin rushing through my body. A loud knocking could be heard from the door. Making sure everything was perfect, I walked over to the door, letting Jay in.

"Hi!" I smiled. "Long time no see, eh?"

"Yea," Jay replied. He had a huge silly grin on his face. "So whatcha gonna record with me?"

"Remember the Bean Boozled challenge I did with Vik? Well you just watched-"

"I ate one!" he interrupted me. "It was terrible! You're not making me do it again, are you?"

"One. You ate one. At the end. So now you're actually going to play." I said, a smirk forming on my face. Jay was frowning, a disgusted look in his eyes. "What? You get to see me suffer too!"

"You don't know that!" he protested. "You could get all good ones!"

"Or all bad ones!" I countered.

He sighed, knowing he had lost the debate. "Fine." It didn't take long for us to be eating the horrid beans. I ended up getting about half bad ones, while Jay got a lot more than half. I had won the Pixelmon battle as well, meaning less beans for me.

I couldn't help but notice the annoyed / angry look Jay kept flashing at me. I told you so, it was saying. Jay is so mad! He watched me like a hawk as I popped my last bean into my mouth. It would be either Tutti Frutti… or Stinky Socks. The worst, in my opinion. Or maybe Barf is worse? Or Dog Food? One of those things.

Hesitating before I bit down, I locked eyes with Jay. Then I chewed. The taste wasn't instant, and it took me a while to decide what I'd gotten. "C'mon, Lachy! Your taste buds are broken! How does it take you so long?" Jay tried to hurry me along, wanting to know if I'd gotten yet another good one, or if I finally had to suffer.

Finally, I looked triumphantly into Jay's eyes. "Tutti Frutti!"

A second later I was knocked off my chair by some random thing Jay had found next to him. Falling backwards, I landed hard, my wrist whacking the marble table beside me, and my head slamming into the hard floor. Dazed, I looked up, seeing Jay laughing so hard his face was red. Rolling my eyes, I let out a moan. My head throbbed, and my wrist stung.

Jay finally got a hold of himself and looked down at me. "Sorry, Lachy. I don't know what came over me!" I rubbed the back of my head, blinking. I tried my best to stand, but my eyesight was blurred and I stumbled dizzily. Jay caught me, and helped me stand up and re-gain my balance. He looked me up and down, making sure I was ok. Then he froze. "Lachlan, your wrist- It's bleeding!"

My heart skipped a beat. "I p-probably hit something sharp when I fell." Jay tried to step forward and inspect it, but I yanked my wrist away, triggering another wave of pain. "I'll go clean it up. You end out the video, I'll cut this part out."

Before he could argue, I turned and took off, running up my stairs and into the bathroom, locking the door shut behind me.

My heart was pounding. My back against the door, I slid down until I was sat on the floor. I could feel my stress flowing through me, and my anxiety was acting up. I couldn't bare the thought that Jay had seen my cut- even if he'd thought it had been a simple cut from falling over or something.

A shining metal caught my eyes. I reached over, bringing the metal close to my face. The sharpest corner had dried blood on it. It was the blade I had originally used to cut myself. I swallowed. I must have missed the trash when I threw it out…

Closing my eyes, I brought the blade to my left wrist, right below the original cut. I pressed hard- harder than I had done the first time. The cut was still thin, but was a slight bit deeper than before. Both cuts looked an angry red colour. Quickly, I managed to stumble to my feet, and bring myself over to the sink. Shoving my wrist under the cold water, I felt tears well up in my eyes.

What have I become?