Author note I have returned and I'm lazier than ever! Anyway I haven't been on Fanfiction in months so I'll try my best to get back into a writing mood.

We stood there in awkward silence. I tried to look Hokuto in the eye, but his gaze stayed on the blood streaming down from my arm. The tissues became soggy between my fingers from the blood running out like water. With every drop of blood that hit the bathroom floor, I felt my head become lighter and my balance become more unstable.

"Oh my lord, Hyoma!" Hokuto gasped, taking notice to the large red puddle forming "just put down the knife and I can help stop the bleeding."

With no second thoughts I did as I was told. I dropped the red stained knife in a puddle of blood and water next to my feet and I started staggering out the bathroom, going toward the living room couch. I only made it half way to the couch before my legs gave in and I fell to the ground, with my vision turning white as I went down. As I blacked out I could feel small paws pushing against my bare back trying to revive me. Soon after loosing consciousness, my feeling and ability to think went with it. It seemed like I was floating inside my own mind for a few minutes, but I knew that was wrong when I peaked my eyes open to find myself in a hospital bed, and next to me was a digital clock that read ten O'clock on February tenth. I was out for a whole day! But it only feels like I was on my living room floor two minutes ago, I thought to myself. I turned over onto my side to try and get more sleep, but I had a change of heart once I saw Madoka sitting beside my bed and Hokuto in her lap. They were both in a sound and peaceful sleep sitting in the chair perched exactly next to my bed. I wonder if Madoka told Hokuto about our relationship? I questioned myself, slightly laughing at the thought of how Hokuto would react. "Keep your snake in your in pants, Hyoma. If you don't it might run away", Hokuto would tell me that whenever I looked at a girl when I was 10, well actually he still does but not as frequently. I bet Madoka is pissed at me for this, for not telling her I have serious problems in need of serious solving. I flipped over onto my stomach and pressed my face into the bone white pillow. I can only imagine what kind of punishment I'll receive from Hokuto when I get out the hospital. I might even have to go through therapy. Hokuto if you if you love me you won't send me to a therapist, or counselor, or whatever those people calm themselves, I mentally cried . At that point I was to deep inf my own thoughts of the future to notice my light noise woke up Madoka.

"Hyoma, you awake yet?" Madoka said groggily.

"Yeah, I'm awake" I responded, with my voice being muffled by the pillow over my mouth.

"Good, cause I can't yell at you when your passed out," Madoka's voice became more lively and solid "why would you try to kill yourself?!"

"I didn't, It was an accident," I said, with my face still in the moved Hokuto into the chair across the room from her so our conversation wouldn't wake him.

"You can't accidentally go into a kitchen, grab a skin ripping knife, and then go into a bathroom and cut your veins."

I turned my head out of the pillow to speak clearer, "I mean I accidentally cut to deep and I accidentally cut a vein."

"And cutting yourself was on purpose?!"

I began to play cry as if the situation was just a small everyday mistake "yes, please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad, just a little hurt," Madoka said, scooting closer to my bed side until she just a few inches away from me.

"What?"

"I said I'm hurt, I'm hurt because your killing yourself and your not letting me help you," Madoka said, with her voice switching from frustrated and bold to timid and submissive.

"I'm not trying to hurt anyone but myself, I'm the only one who deserves it," I said, my tone of voice matching hers.

"What if you seriously hurt yourself? How do you think Hokuto would feel," Madoka said, laying her head on the edge of my bed "or how I would feel."

"You wouldn't miss me, nothing would change if I died," I said, sounding a lot darker than I wanted to.

"Your a dumb ass if you think that," Madoka yawned.

"Well even a dumb ass can tell your still tired, go back to sleep," I spoke kindly while playfully patting her head"

"You promise not to cut yourself with a scalpel while I'm asleep?"

"I can't give any promises."

Author note Well hope it was better than my last chapters. Please review or if you don't feel like it just favorite or whatever