Trapped in a nightmare called life
With no sign of exit I am gonna die

Sector V was filled with tears and anger the morning they found him dead, but in all the confusion they ignored the tape that was laying next to his body, his suicide note, his last request. How could they have been so blind, the thought to themselves, as they wandered down to the main control room. Numbuh Three had stayed behind for a minute because she was in such bad shape that she just needed to cry for a few minutes undisturbed, just to get out her emotions.

My soul is filled with hate
Can't see through my anger
My selfconfidence has been dead for years
How can I live this life

The three operatives sat around in a circle until Numbuh Two broke they silence.

"He was my best friend," The chubby boy said quietly, "I betrayed him, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN."

"Don't blame yourself," Numbuh Five said reassuringly to the boy. Just as Numbuh Three burst downstairs with the videotape clenched between her shaking hands.

"I found this," She said popping the tape into the VCR, but what sector V was about to see would shock them forever.

I've been destroyed a thousand times
Still try to stand tall
Don't know how long I can fight back
With the rope around my neck

"Hey you guys," Came the British voice from the video, "I'm sorry that I have to tell this to you like this, but I just couldn't bear to put it all down on paper."

Numbuh Three choked out a sob as everyone else shushed her in order to hear their former leaders haunting words.

"I guess the thoughts of suicide really occurred to me right after my dad left, and Jeff joined our family," Numbuh One rolled his eyes on the tape as he spoke this sentence, almost as if this was all a joke, but everyone knew it was all too real.

You get feed of my misery

Stabbing the knife deep in my back
I can't run and hide from myself
Self-destructive schizophrenic behavior

"I didn't really start taking action until a couple weeks later though," The British boy said to the camera, his icy lifeless eyes tearing at their hearts.

"What does he mean ACTION," Numbuh Three said getting frantic.

Almost as if he could hear her the tape spoke.

"I need to show you guys something," He said softly.

That's when He reached down to his arms and pulled off the arm socks, and there on his pale skin were deep red scars, fresh, breaking the skin right where his veins were and then curving down in to swirling marks as if some kind of sick tattoo had been carved in with a knife.

Can't run away form myself

There's no way to escape
Don't know how long I can fight back
With the rope around my neck

"Now I'm going to say goodbye to you," The boy said as a fresh tear trickled down his face and hit the sink right next to where the knife lay, ready to perform its evil deed.

"Oh," He said as if he just remembered something, "Numbuh Three I love you, take care of yourself, your something special.

That's when the tape cut.


Cutting myself wide open
Release the blood
Watch the madman float away
But not knowing it's killing me

"NOOOO," Numbuh Three screamed as if the Brit could still hear her, she flung herself against the TV and began to beat it with her fists, "Don't Go, I Love you toooooooooooo."

Her angry and passionate screams dissolved into sobs as the other operatives ran to her and held each other in sort of a group hug, but there was one person that would always be missing.

Cutting myself wide open
Release the blood
Im slippin´ away