OKAY… I finally updated… Don't kill me… Okays… This is just a short chapter. Really really short. But the next will be long, don't worry.
Things kept getting worse.
First, Kid wouldn't talk. He said nothing. He sat silently at the funeral. He began to fail classes. And at home, he would sit and do nothing but sit on his bad and stare at the wall. Liz and Patty had to fight for each bite of food they got in him. He wouldn't sleep. Just sit.
He never did anything. He would sit there, eyes hollow, motionless, his hair over his eyes.
His Father grew worried. Kid just wasn't himself. HE gave up on keeping order. He no longer was compelled by hi OCD. He would just sit. And do nothing.
Then, things got worse.
One Day, Liz and Patty came home to the house trashed. Couches overturned, mirrors broken, vases and glass decor smashed on the ground, pictures on the wall cracked and hanging at angles. \
And Kidd, sitting on the ground expressionless.
Another Day, He refused to go to school. He wouldn't leave his room. And when Liz and Patty came home, the house was trashed again.
They were scared for their meister. They never took missions or trained. HE seemed hollow, and wouldn't act like himself.
Then the worst day came. Liz and Patty came home from school, and the house was normal. But when they went to the kitchen, knives of all sorts had been pulled from their drawers. Liz's eyes widened in horror. "KIDD!"
She barged into his room, and he wasn't there, but the bathroom door was shut and locked. She kicked it open, and Kidd was sitting on the ground, motionless, blood trailing down his arms.
"Kidd! No!"
Liz picked him up and took him to Stein.
"He will be fine… physically, at least." Stein reported after bandaging the cuts on his wrist.
So Liz and Patty dropped out of school to keep an eye on him.
Not that it made a difference to him, anyway. He was cold and hollow. Not another thing in the world mattered to him.
He hated himself with an intense and bitter passion.
Not that it mattered, anyway….