Hello everyone! I'm not dead! Sorry it took so long to get this story updated. First, I moved back to my country, and second, I may have forgotten about this story. Sorry guys. I'll try to Upshaw sooner. Okay now things are gonna change for this particular one-shot. The eating is going to go up a little. If you don't like the sight of blood, please don't read this.

Don't own Wild Kratts.

You're Worth Something

He sat on his bed looking out the window into the night sky. He then turned and liked at the thin silver object in his hand.

"Chris, come down for dinner!"

Hi mother shouted from downstairs. Chris sighed. This would have to wait. He placed the object in a small box and placed it under his bed before walking out the door. He walked down the stairs and into the dining room. He sat down and began to eat.

"So, how was you first day at your new school?"

Hitachi asked. Martin and his sisters talked about how their say was.

"I met some great friends. And they don't gamble at this school."

Martin said.

"Well that's a shocker."

One of the sisters said. Hitachi smiled.

"Well it is a different school, and town. I don't think they gamble here."

Hitachi said. The family all are and talked. Well, most of the family. Chris Just say there, eating his food.

"Chris, anything you want to talk about?"

His father said. Chris shook his head.

"No Otōsan."

Chris said and continued eating. The rest of the family continued eating and talking. Chris finished up his dinner and went to his room. He lay on his bed and looked up at the ceiling sadly.

"Why do I have to be around? It's not like anyone notices me."

Chris said as he say up and got the box from under his bed and opened it. He pulled out the shiny, slim object and looked at it happily. He took the handle in one hand and began cutting his wrist. He smiled as he saw the blood trickle from the wound on his arm.

…

Martin smiled as he walked to his room. The new house they moved into had four bedrooms, allowing him to have his own room. He walked to his room, smiling happily. He could hear his sisters playing in their room happily. As He passed Chris's room, he heard nothing. Normally, he would hear a video game or television. He decided to go see what his little brother was doing. He knocked on the door, and waited for an answer.

Nothing.

"Chris, can I come in?"

He asked. Still no answer.

"Chris?"

He asked again. Still nothing.

"That's it. I'm coming in!"

He shouted through the door. He backed up and ran straight into the door. The door opened easily. Martin fell to the ground. He stood up and looked around. He gasped when he saw what lay on the bed. He ran to the bed.

"Chris! What the hell happened?!"

He shouted at his brother. He didn't get an answer. Chris lay in the bed with bloody wrists, and a knife near his side. Martin ran out of the room, and came back with a wet cloth. He wiped Chris's wrists, and wrapped them with two more cloths.

"Damn it Chris. Why the hell did you do this for?"

Martin said. No answer came from the other boy. Martin sighed and sat on the bed and watched TV. A few hours, when everyone went to sleep, Chris woke up. He found his brother passed out on his bed, and the TV on.

"Martin?"

He asked. Martin woke up.

"Chris?"

Martin asked. Chris looked at his wrists, then at Martin.

"I guess you found out, huh?"

Martin sat up.

"Why the hell would you do it?"

Martin asked. Chris sighed.

"Because."

"Because why?"

Martin asked.

"Does it matter why?"

"Yes. You could've died." I

"Why would you care?!"

"Because you're my brother!"

"You think I give a shot if I'm your brother?! No! So just fuck off, and go back being everyone's favorite!"

Martin looked at his brother.

"You really think I'm everyone's favorite?"

Martin asked quietly. Chris nodded.

"And you think cutting yourself is the answer?"

Chris nodded again. Martin sighed.

"I thought you were smarter then that. Don't do this."

Martin said softly.

"Why? Why would you care?"

Chris asked softly. Martin turned to his brother.

"Because you're my brother, and I love you. Think about it."

He said as he walked out of the room.

"Mom and Dad too. And the girls."

He said as he walked out the door and closed it. Chris sat there, thinking. Maybe Chris was right. Chris sighed and went to sleep. In the middle of the night, Chris woke up. He kept thinking about what his brother said. A light shone in the room. Chris looked at it in wonder.

"What the…"

The light formed into a woman. She had power blue hair with light green eyes and pale skin. Her figure was slim.

"Don't be scared Child."

The woman said as she walked over to him.

"I'm Elysium. And I'm going to take you on a trip to the future. C'mon."

Chris got out of bed. Elysium grabbed his hand as power blue wings came from her back. She and Chris flew into the air, and into a bright light. When they got to the other side, they found themselves in what looked like a funeral home. Everyone was wearing black. A woman and boy were standing in front of what looked like a coffin.

"Martin! Mom!"

Chris shouted. Elysium looked at him.

"They can't hear you."

She said sadly. The two watched the funeral continue in silence. When the funeral ended, Elysium led Chris to another bright light. When they came out the other side, they found themselves in an alley. Martin was sitting on the ground with about five other guys. They were smoking, drinking, and doing what the typical gang was doing.

"What happened?"

Chris asked. Elysium looked to the group, then back to Chris.

"You were never born. Therefore you weren't there to stop him from joining that gang. Your sisters ended up the same way. You see why you shouldn't do what you're doing?"

Chris put his head down in shame.

"I'm sorry."

He said. Elysium smiled.

"Be glad this isn't real. C'mon, you need rest."

Chris nodded and Elysium led the way back to Chris's room. Chris climbed into bed.

"Goodnight Child…"

Elysium said as she faded away. Chris sighed. He knew what he had to do.

…

Chris sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the knife in his hand.

"Nobody would know."

He said as he closed his fingers around the handle of the knife.

"It'll all be over soon."

He said as he lifted the knife to his face. Then threw the knife in the trash can next to his desk.

"Chris, dinner!"

"Comeing!"

Chris said as he stood up. And from that say on, he never thought about cutting. Ever.

I'm done with the chapter. Someone wanted me to do this one, and figured it would be good. Remember, don't harm yourself, and DO NOT commit suicide. It may not seem like it now, but you're worth something in the world. Okay review please.