Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock, because if I did I would probably make my 'Charlie' character real and put her in there, then I would confirm the idea that Richie and Virgil do, in fact , have a 'thing' for each other. Also there would be some changes. Static Shock is too damn censored, it would be more 'real'.

Warnings: Self-Injury (SI), Slash, Abuse, all that good shit.

Reviews cough Losers I only got one cough: The blubber queen (foresakeninnocence a.k.a. Charlie) Enjoys reviews, flames are accepted. JUST LEAVE A DAMN REVIEW AFTER READING. Thank you

Sailor Vegeta: First off, nice name. Sailor Moon, as well as 95 percent of Anime, rocks. Onto the review for the review (that makes soooo much sense note sarcasm). I also enjoy a good angsty slash. None of that crappy stuff, not that my story isn't, but still the review is very much appreciated And as for Richie insert sniff here I feel sooo terrible for putting him through this whole situation...another sniff

ONTO THE STORY:

I walked down the street with Virgil on my left. We walked home together all the time, after all my house was only a few blocks from his.

"So Richie, mind explaining the rips in your bag and why you have two?" He asked, gesturing to the cut up bag I had dangling over my shoulder.

"It's an older bag and we used to have a cat, I'm carrying it because our washing machine broke and I was going to stop off at the laundry matt before school, but forgot. I'll do it tomorrow, my night to cook." I said. Virgil nodded, believing my excuse. It's amazing how quicky that lie came to me. Almost as if it were on instinct.

"Anyway I got to meet up with Daisy later today, do you think you could patrol on your own for the first half hour?" He asked. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You guys have a date?" I asked. Virgil just gave me a 'cocky' smirk.

"Something like that, but could you?" He asked again. I just nodded.

"Sure, why not?" I said.

"Thanks a bunch." Virgil said, "I'd hate to bail on her again." He added. I nodded and returned to looking directly ahead of me, or more like the cracked pavement. Virgil started ranting about how great Daisy was..again and I quickly tuned him out. What was so great about Daisy any way? 'Stop it Richie, your getting on that train of thought again!' I berated myself in my head. And again the other half of me didn't retort. '

"Earth to Richie." I heard, as well as saw a hand in front of my eyes.

"What?" I asked, snapping my head back up.

"You just spaced on me..again. Sure your okay?" Virgil asked giving me 'the look'. I nodded.

"Fine, the nap in Study helped, my mind just kind of won't stay on one topic." I said, rubbing the back of my neck with my left hand (for my right arm still hurt a lot). Virgil looked down the street his house was on, and looked from it to me.

"Well I gotta split, see you later tonight." He said and bounded off to his house. I just watched him run off to it for a second before continuing down the street that would lead to another, that would lead to mine. I would be at my house soon but I really didn't want to go there now. My mom wasn't home, she wouldn't be for the next two days. Her sister was pregnant and called yesterday afternoon saying she was in labor. So boom, Mom's gone for the next two or three days. Leaving me alone with my wonderful father who I adore. And yes, that was sarcasm.

I looked around where I was and since Dad wouldn't be back until late tonight, I decided to do a turn-around and go to the gas station. I would be alone there, I would be alone at the house so not like it made a difference. Dad would be back at around midnight, and I was supposed to be asleep by then. Now that I think about it, I don't really see any of my parents that much. I like it that way though. My mom never sticks up for me anyway. She knows full well what goes on at night. Yet she doesn't care. Doesn't care at all.

I sighed, abandoning the previous thoughts and finding the rest of my way to the gas station. I would call that my true home. I spent more time there then anywhere else anyway.

At the gas station

I sat in front of the computer, not really doing anything. Just twirling around on the chair slightly. I stopped and absentmindedly rubbed my left arm through the fabric of my sweater sleeve. I could feel each bump through the fabric, yet not see them. It was a weird feeling.

I sighed to myself and took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long inhale through the cylinder. I don't even remember when or why I started smoking. My dad does, so one day I just picked one up and smoked it. Odd, I know, but it's the truth. At least I could get as many packs as I wanted considering he bought large cartons of them. Maybe if I was lucky I would get lung cancer and die. 'What are you, suicidal?' I thought bitterly to myself. Though maybe I was. It wasn't actually a bad idea. Just dying and leaving everything behind. Mom or pops wouldn't miss me. Maybe Virgil would, but he would quickly get over it with 'Daisy'. 'Great, an even worse train of thought.' I thought to myself. Probably the only reason I hadn't killed myself before is because I didn't want to die by terms of 'suicide'. I wanted to die a different way, even if it was still considered suicide. Maybe accidental death, or the lung cancer wasn't a bad idea. That would be considered a 'Natural Death', despite the fact I brought it on myself.

Vigorously shaking my head, I abandoned those thought and got up from the chair. They were truly getting jumbled now, no longer making sense to me. It was getting hard to deceiver them, I could handle backpack, but my own thought? No.

"Great Richie, just great." I said to myself, then blinked. 'No I'm talking to myself..wonderful.' I thought to myself. Letting out a groan of frustration I pushed the corner of the desk, causing myself to spin around in the chair faster then before. I kept repeating the process, just out of pure boredom.

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