Welcome back! Blake is bored and I think S and I have just written an entire chapter together… go us!

Warnings: Murder, Flashbacks, Drugs, Near with emotions.

S has been acting weird – well, weirder than usual – lately. Following me around and such. Ever since the day we put spiders in Rin's sandwich… THAT WAS OVER A MONTH AGO!

Yes, today is December tenth, three days until Mello's birthday. I've helped Mattie out with getting him a present.

Let's face it, Mattie boy can't do much for himself.

And today, I've decided to actually go to more than one class. It's really weird, but Dr. Velo says I should. I started having my appointments on Sunday nights, when I can easily sneak away from S. Not that I like doing this to S, but I don't want her to know.

The last time I had a dream like that, it happened.

Flashback:

"Come out with us, Be! It'll be fun!" said one of the twins, Gretel.

"Ge, I don't think it's a good idea, what if I hurt you guys?" I answered.

"We both know you won't," Gretel's brother, Hansel, reassured.

"O… okay…" I whispered.

The three of us walked to the woods on the edge of the Wammy's campus. When we got to a part that no one would be able to find us, they sat down and started eating the candy.

Then I got that rush through me. The one that told me to kill. And I made the mistake of following it.

I pulled out my flick knife, Miss Flickey, and walked over to them slowly.

"Hey, Be? What's with your eyes? They look like red snake eyes…" Hansel asked.

I didn't say anything. I just slit their throats. After I did that, I pulled out their eyes and replaced them with some gumballs I found. I stuffed their throats and mouths with left over candy and ran.

End flashback:

I had a dream just like that the night before. And then I did it.

They were the last two people I killed. I was five. The next day Way and Mikey showed up.

No one knows it was me.

I walked into my stupid Math class. No S… fine. I like algebra too much anyway…

I sat at the very back. The teacher, Mr. Hall, didn't even notice I was there. I just sat there, being bored out of my mind because this is the same course I did the year before.

And the year before that…

And the year before that.

They need a new system. I know this one already.

Art was good. S was there, but I don't think she did anything. I got part of a painting of Jeff the Killer done. Just thinking of Jeff the Killer reminded me of my brother… is that weird?

Wait, in a dictionary, Wammy's House is under the word weird.

I finally made it through an entire day of going to lessons. I haven't done that since Hansel and Gretel.

And I 'm never doing it again!

Agreed!

Whoa! Annabelle is agreeing with us for once!

All of me agreeing is very unusual. Actually, it's never happened before!

Dinner was dinner. Seeing as it was Monday, we had fish. I hate fish.

I just sat there, pouting.

"Blake, something's wrong. You've been acting weirder than usual," Way said quickly.

Since we put spiders in Rin's sandwich I've stopped talking. I became a selective mute, I've started cutting, and it's worse than before. I used to only cut maybe once a month, but now…

Now it's three times a day, minimum.

I sighed. "It's getting worse," I whispered.

"Worse?" Way asked, wide eyed.

He hates me getting hurt, as we know, but he knows what 'worse' means.

I nodded, pulling my jacket sleeves up, showing the scars and red lines. I always told myself I'd never cut my arms, but I couldn't help myself.

"Blake, what caused this?" S asked. She looked worried.

I looked down. "I think my dreams are coming true again, and I don't want that… I don't want to kill you guys."

"What about… about Cancer? Does she know?" Mikey asked.

"The urges are getting worse. I can't go to anyone. I'll just chew gum for the rest of my life so I don't get a knife," I muttered.

I was pulled into a huge group hug. I wasn't feeling like I was going to snap at any second. I felt safe. I never feel safe.

"Oh, and by the way, Beyond is coming back permanently on January thirteenth," I said, deciding to tell them this time.

"Well, you two will be together on your birthdays, won't you?" Matt said. It was amazing that he and Mello weren't sucking face, but they were still holding hands. I swear they couldn't live without each other.

Maybe I should start checking sheets…

"Who wants to drug Near?" S asked, randomly.

Then I saw she had soda… Ok, which idiot gave S sugar?

But I was a good idea.

"Let's do it!" I cheered.

"I'm in," was Mello's response.

It turned out that it was just us three doing this. It was so fun.

"I'll gas his room with the coke," Mello whispered as he walked to Near's room.

"Where did he get the coke?"

"I have no idea…"

"He's your brother…"

"Doesn't mean I know him."

I nodded. She knew that meant 'point taken'.

Mello nodded when the room was gassed.

The next morning when we went to breakfast, Near was high as fuck!

"Heh, hi lovelies," he giggled as he walked past every table.

"Well, look at that, Sheep has emotions," S laughed. I was laughing with her. I swear we'd laugh and argue during a life or death situation!

It's part of our life!

"They are so weird," Way sighed.

"I don't think normal was an option for them," Mikey whispered.

"To be or not to be, that is the question… unless you're us, then not to be, no need to question," I said, standing on the table, making S laugh more.

"Oh, Shakespeare now? Woop!" S shouted.

"Just 'cause I can!" I cheered.

"And I won't stop you!" she laughed.

"I know you won't! You couldn't anyway!" I giggled.

I think some of the drugs got into our system…

"You know what we should do?"

"What, S?"

"Set Mango's skull on fire!"

"…"

"…"

"That is a great idea!"