This... is going to be a very sad chapter. I don't even want to write it but... it has to be told. Please, if you get upset easy, feel free to skip this chapter. I won't be offended.

Fatch sighed as he was finally allowed out of bed. Sighed with both relief, and with minor pain. Relief to be out of the bed and being able to move. And with pain, as his right leg was causing him horrible pain. Sharp, slicing pain going all the way down his right leg. It was horrible. He felt like he couldn't move at all.

Yet to get out of this place, he'd move through it.

The vampire walked out into the hall way, thankfully back in his now mended outfit, and began to make his down and towards the exit. He needed to get out of here before someone came to get him. No one could see him. He didn't need their judge mental eyes...

He didn't think Jenette would allow him to just leave either. She'd told him that she'd called for his brother Marco, and that he was coming to pick him up. But Fatch couldn't let him. He couldn't let anyone near him. He had to find a way out of here before Marco got here. So he had only a small amount of time...

Looking around, he found an air bent that led straight outside if he went the right way. And while his leg was in too severe a condition to crawl through them. But maybe if he turned into a bat...

Turning, making sure no one was looking, the vampire quickly shifted into a bat and flew into the vents, hurriedly rushing out into the outside. The fresh air. And in good time too, as he couldn't hold his bat form anymore. Shifting back he quickly, without running sadly, made his way down the streets and away from the hospital. Thankfully his brother was no where to be seen.

The boy walked down the streets, ignoring the pain in his leg, he began to once again reflect on everything. Everything that happened, and all that had been endured. All that had been seen. The more he remembered or thought about it the... more he felt disgusting. About it all. Everything that had happened. During the time of captivity, and the past.

Turns out, the past still caught up with him. No matter how hard he tried to escape it, it still found him. Tore him down and repeated. He... he hated this. He wanted it all to stop. He wanted to stop feeling the pain and the fear. He wanted it all to disappear for good.

And... in a way... perhaps it had.

To tell the truth... he felt absolutely nothing right now. No feeling. No emotion. He felt numb all the way down. He felt nothing at all. Not pain. Not anger. Not fear. Not despair. His emotions were gone. Again. But this time, completely.

Taking a turn he began to walk amongst the forest, feeling rain beginning to pour.

He began to wonder... why he walked this earth. Why he had life if it was meant to turn into this. Into all this emptiness, and to all this torment. For 18 years now, he has lived and wound up hurt. By Frost and Charlene, by Jack, by Pyro or Septimus, and even by his own family. Occasionally his friends as well. Yet he'd held his head up high through it all and bore through it every step of the way. And for what? Just to wind up hurt again? To have everything important to him ripped from his grasp? Was he just a... miserable example of what Flash called a living being?

... Why was he given life at all... if it was meant to amount to this...?

He'd lived for 18 years, and almost nothing good happened. No matter how far he went he always got hurt. Was this his fate? To be a little lightning rod for misfortune? To be here to absorb the pain?

... Well. He wouldn't be anymore. He was done. He was completely done. This world... was pointless to him. He was going to do what it wanted. He was going to, finally, give up.

Coming into a clearing he looked up at the starry sky above, remembering... what hope he used to see in it. How much it once helped him keep going. How... meaningless... it felt now.

" ... What was once a sign of hope...

Can't save me now

For tonight it will all end...

And I know exactly how

I'm going to end it

I will no longer cry

Because tonight...

Tonight... I will die... "

Choking up a tiny bit as he finished, he set his eyes into a soft glare, turning and going off to find an appropriate weapon.

... My poor baby... T_T