Author Note: So close to the end! Just four to five more chapters till go till Clockwork! By the way, I have a sort of idea. I think that since Sydney Poindexter's lair was the school because he held so much resentment and because he never thought higher of himself, or pictured himself with something that would make him happy, the bullies still pick on him there. Kind of sad that even in death, he's never happy- well, until the whole episode where Danny and him switch places and Danny makes it a bit better there.

Another reason I think his lair was the school was because his last earthly possession (the mirror) was at the school and his spirit got attached to it, creating some sort of link.

It's a bit more complicated than that and hard to explain though.
~CWA

(P.S. WARNING- SENSITIVE SUBJECT! READ WITH CAUTION!)

Sydney Poindexter:

He was looked at himself in the mirror that hung in the locker. The mirror was put there by some classmates- a joke about how he'll keep himself company in the locker. It wasn't like he had any friends that would help him out anyway. If he took the mirror down, he would just get beat up. So he forced himself to almost like the mirror inside his locker. To his surprise, he did end up liking the mirror. Because he could keep himself company- there was nothing wrong with talking to yourself while looking in a mirror. He was his own best friend.

"Hey Poindexter," one of the cool guys sneered.

Sydney Poindexter winced and mentally prepared himself for the beating. He closed his eyes tightly. There were two hands on his shoulders, but there was no pain. When he opened his eyes- he was inside his locker.

"Typical," he sighed.

They always did that- stuff him in the lockers, tease him, bully him, beat him, and much more. He should be used to it by now, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with. He hated bullies and he hated people picking on him or even others. He wished that he were strong enough to protect other people and himself from bullies.

There was nothing worse than a bully. What could make someone stoop so low as to make them hurt other people, especially someone lower than they? They weren't very humane.

Sometimes, he wondered if things would be easier if he were to just end it. He wondered if it would all end. Would he finally be happy? Would he be at peace? Would he be free? Anything was better from where he was now. Was there anything here that could act as his anchor to hold him here? He didn't have any friends. His mother didn't care about him. He had no one to hold him to this Earth.

He sulked slightly, the depressing thoughts still running through his mind. He made it to all the way through the day, but as another bully shoved him into a locker, teasing him, he made his choice.

There was no going back now.

At school the next day, things seemed a bit empty. There was a somber silence in the air. Sydney Poindexter wasn't anywhere to be seen for once and he never missed a class. Something was wrong- they just couldn't place what.

"Where's Poindexter," one of the guys asked, "I need a punching bag today!"

He laughed and his buddies did too. A girl that was passing by stopped in her tracks and looked at him horrified,

"You!"

"Me?"

"You didn't hear the news," she said as she shook her head, "Poindexter's dead. Killed himself- a few slits to the wrist, then nothin'!"

She continued to shake her head as she left, leaving the guys to stand there in shock. They couldn't believe it. Sydney Poindexter was dead. He had killed himself. Was it because of them? Was it because of what they did?

More importantly, if they were nicer, would it have changed anything?