Authors Notes: I wish more people would read Don't Push Me Away and then read this one, lol, I miss reviews! Come back to meeeee! Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Squall's POV

"Where'd she run off to now?" I slammed the door shut and proceeded to search for the hiding girl. "Just come out, I'm not gonna do anything to you. I just want to talk."

I saw a small shadow approaching me from downstairs, and knew what to expect. Her head lowered and staring at the floor, glazed eyes and a quivering chin. Kit.. If you didn't push me to do this, you'd be fine. But you're killing me..

"Now what the hell is wrong with you? Picking on others? Didn't I teach you self esteem?" I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her up the stairs towards her bedroom, stopping at the wall next to her door. "You're grounded, missy. Not that you'd have anywhere else to go anyway.." I slammed her twice against the wall then threw her into her room, slamming the door shut and locking the outside lock.

I'm not a bad father..

I just don't like screw ups.

Kit's POV

I didn't bully anyone..

I've done everything that I can do to make him notice me. I've hardly ate in weeks, and I'm shrinking by the minute. But he doesn't notice.. that, or he pretends not to. Maybe he wants me to go away, just disappear into thin air. I bet that's what he wants, what he wishes for when he waits for shooting stars to pass through the sky. But they've stopped coming, the stars hate him, too.

At least I have a bit of homework left, seeing as how I have nothing else in here to keep me preoccupied. And unlike my father, I don't like to be left with my thoughts. Distractions are best when life has turned it's back on you.

Cut, and paste. Using magazines, news papers, whatever you can find, make a poster that describes you and how you feel. An easy enough project, it shouldn't take much time at all. But it isn't as if I can really put how I feel, no, then I'd probably be kicked out of school. And that's the last thing I need, I can't screw up again.

I began pasting colorful, happy pictures onto the sheet of paper I was given. But something caught my eye, the beautiful edge of the scissors. They glinted with every turn, and cut the paper far easier than any other pair I had ever used. And it struck me.. I could end everything right now. He'll miss me when I'm gone, he'll realize that I've always been the perfect daughter. Yes, it'll all end so perfectly.

Don't do it..

"Mom?" Tears poured from my eyes, "Come visit me, please! I need you more than anything!"

I waited for what seemed like an eternity, hoping that she'd hear my cry and come to rescue me, bringing me up to heaven with her. But she never came.. I knew mom couldn't help it, she wasn't alive. And when you're dead, you have no options.

But then again, you have no pain. No sadness, depression, hopelessness, fear, hunger. Nothing, just happiness.

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Everything got out of control so quickly. The blood was coming out too fast now, and I could hardly control myself when I began cutting everywhere. Grabbing a pure white towel, I dabbed at the wound, hoping to stop the blood from staining the carpet. I could hide the towels, throw them out when he's not around but I can't do much about the carpet.

The phone rang and I spang from the floor, searching wildly for the noisey device. Eventually I found it hiding under my blanket, the place that it liked to hide the most. Please don't be a relative..

"Hey Kit, it's Steph!"

My best friend.. Man, what am I gonna do!

"Hey, sis.."

Think, think.. If I end the conversation too quickly she'll worry about me unless I give a good reason, and attempting suicide definitely isn't good enough.

"How are you today?" Time for the usual answer.

"I'm pretty good, and you?"

I never told her or anyone about what was happening, even though I trusted her with my life. I just don't open up easily, and I don't want to burden other people with my problems. They're mine to worry about, my own burden to carry along. No need to bring anyone else down with me.

"Good, good. I'm doing alright. Oh my god, ok, Nicole's over and we have the funniest story to tell you. Do you remember Mr. Poepel?" She seemed so happy, and as did Nicole. Both of them laughing histerically on the other end, trying to control themselves. And talking to them made me kind of happy, too. But it certainly didn't make me forget about what I had just done. What I just tried to do..

"Yep, I do." Hard to forget about an angry, bald german man.

"Alright well.." I listened intently to their story, applying pressure to the cuts at the same time. The flow seemed to be slowing down and I couldn't have been any happier. As bad as I want it, do I really want to end my life like this? Hardly seems as glamorous as it did before. Glamorous? Man, I'm messed up.

"That's awesome. Umm.. I'm kinda busy, so can I just call you back later?" Please don't worry about me, I'm fine.

"Sure, alright. How come?" Steph asked, unsure as to why I had become busy all of a sudden.

"Just bogged down with plenty of homework, the usual. Sorry sis, bye! Tell Nicole bye for me, too!" I clicked the phone back onto the receiver and went back to my duties, checking on how the cuts were doing. I got a little slicing happy, and things weren't looking good. For the next little while, maybe a few weeks, I'd have to wear long sleeved shirts and since it was the middle of summer.. well.. it isn't going to be easy to bare.

"Hey darlin'." I heard a faint voice from downstairs. "Long time no see.."

I threw the towel under my bed, hiding any evidence as well as I could.

"Lauren, you're 15 minutes early. The kid isn't asleep yet.." Lips locked, the wet sound was carried through the halls, making it audible even upstairs.

"Oh, baby. You worry too much and besides, she can't hear a thing. You've had a rough day, let's make you forget, shall we?" His secretary, the same whore who never left him alone all day now came here to harass him at home. But then again, he didn't seem to mind too much. So harass? Nah.. maybe sexually harass.

"Kit, turn out the lights! I have a lot of stuff to do and I don't need to be worrying about you while I'm working!" Breaking the nasty make out session, my father screamed for me to head to bed and then continued on with Lauren.

Work? Hmm.. Sexual healing? What an idiot.

-Narration-

But it wasn't as if I could do anything about the affair. Mother knew, she'd speak to me until I fell asleep every night whenever Lauren was in our home. She may have been dead, and unable of loving my dad anymore but one would expect the mourning process to last longer. Before my mom he hadn't even kissed a girl or held anyone in his arms, before her he knew nothing of the real world. He just did what he was told, and stayed away from temptations. Mixing work with pleasure was the last thing she thought he'd ever do, especially with the likes of Lauren. She was only 17, not much older than I. And mom was more than pissed off.. in fact, she wished him to die.