God, you people are so picky it's just a damn story, get over it. Hiei wants some one to help him but he doesn't want people to get close to him. He's confused about how he feels. I made him confused about how he feels because that's how I feel now. And when it says cut on Hiei's pov that means he's cutting himself. I changed my personality over the summer just to bug people or when I'm but now I cant go back to how I am so I'm trying to get over this identity crisis. Just so you know don't copy Hiei's personality for fun cause once I did once I couldn't go back. You people don't understand, and neither do I. I gave up caring like Hiei. This is based on some of my problems. Hate it like it. I don't give a damn cause I don't really know you people. These Pov are based on how I think about life now. So on with the story.

Kitty POV-

I hate this. I hate everything. I hate life. This experience has really changed how I feel about the world. I don't live in a Barbie world. Like there's nothing wrong with people. There is nothing going on. Everyone is smiling and happy. I don't know what to think any more. Nothing is like in a story. Like in sleeping Beauty. You don't fall asleep from a spinning needle and sleep for a hundred years. And when you wake some cute guy kisses you and you all live happily ever after. Life isn't like that. There is no such thing as a happy ending. Life aint a fairy tale. I hate happy endings.

Hiei-

They can be happy. They can laugh. They can smile. But life isn't like that. I don't live in a fantasy world. Life is dark and cold. People are just waiting for you to screw up. Life isn't all fun and games. It's not like a story. There are no happy endings in life.

Kitty-

If we were meant to be happy, then why do bad things happen? Why do people hurt themselves? Why do people kill each other? Why do some people just disappear at night? Why do people forget about those who disappear? Most of the people who died or got lost that get on the news are forgotten in a month. Do you people remember a two year old boy, dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes disappeared, around 1999 they found him and he drowned because the people that he was supposed to be with forgot about him while hiking. So he fell in a river while trying to find them. How do you feel when you picture that? What about all those girls who got kidnapped that one summer? You don't hear about them. You just can't forget those who disappeared. You might forget movie stars after they aren't famous anymore but you cant for get those who died. No matter how hard you try you cant. I know I cant. I see their faces sometimes. I don't forget.

Hiei POV-

Life is like a game. A game you can't win. A game with no point. You can try to win. You can make friends but in the end do they matter?

Life sucks. Nothing you do matters. Not much. Everything you do can change your life and the lives of everything. If you think about it you feel different. Every moment counts in this game. I don't want to win. Because there is nothing to win. It doesn't matter what social group you are in. When you are gone, what good will that do you? No one's life is flawless. Everyone will die. Everyone feels pain. Everyone gets sad. How will smiling help you. Smiling is just a disguise to hide how you feel. It doesn't help. People will notice you. So. They will notice you if you don't smile. Smiling is point less. I hate it when people smile. They can if they want. Smiling only tells you live in a fantasy world. I can't smile. I have nothing to smile about. Even if I wanted to I couldn't. I don't want to. One event in your life can change you. For me it was many depressing ones. I can't forget them. People just don't forget. They remember they just say they don't. I have no faith left. Life sucks.

That's all for now. On a lighter note, some Goth at the public school in my town (I got to a private school. I hate it though) Well some Goths from our public school started to beat up people with skateboards. Of course this was just a rumor. Nothing happens in Iowa. How I know this because my dad was there. He's a fireman. I hate him being one. Every time he leaves you never know if the next time you see him he'll be alive. I hate that. I don't want to think about it. That's all for now. Like I said I'm not that good at writing and those were just my opinions. And some advice don't say to your friends when they are acting stupid, "Can you say would you like fries with that because you will never pass eighth grade." That will make them mad. That's all for now. Hope you think about on my look of life.