Look! I actually kept my word this time! Yay! Anyways~ Oh dear pammazola! Remember your last comment of very many (of all that I dearly thank you for) that you left for this fanfic? Well you asked if Jemia knew about Break's eye and well no, she doesn't. She also doesn't know of Mad Hatter, actually that's a lie. (lol or is it?). Anyways, this bit of info that Jemia is missing might be something pretty big to miss, but keep in mind that Jemia DOSEN'T LIKE TO PRY. So, she knows barely squat about anything in Break's past even though (officially) its been more than a year since he has shown up. Also Break's good at keeping secrets. If he didn't want Jemia to know, she wouldn't know. Same thing with the reincarnation thing… He MIGHT be there, MIGHT (hint hint) ,however Break just MIGHT not want Jemia to know anything about him, much less have her anywhere near him.

Without further ado… let's dig into a chapter that actually has a PLOT POINT. GASP… Because pammazola, you so nicely gave me a plot bunny. He's vey sad looking ,but adorable thank you~

Misfit Days: Self- Loathing

Today so far was a weird one. I stared to the left of me, away from the Tv screen to stare at my companion.

The night before I had heard him shuffling around well past three in the morning ,so I already knew why there was a dark circle around his eye. However, this was not what I was necessarily worried about.

Not a word has come from him all day. I'm completely freaked out now. Normally that obnoxious voice of his is the first thing to hear in the mornings…
Nothing is wrong with him… right?

"Why do you cover up that side of your face with your hair?" I tried to start a conversation thinking maybe at least try to find out if something was wrong. Besides I had been curious about the covered side of his face. I had never seen even a glimpse of it, and it just seemed obvious that he was purposely hiding something.

"Hm?" Break looked up from the sugar cubes he was consuming wildly.

"Why do you cover-up you're right eye?"

"Don't you mean left?"

"My right, you're left, you're avoiding the question either way."

Break narrowed his one visible eye at me.

"Well I don't." I propped my head to the side ,confused by his peculiar answer.

"But, you clearly–" the whitenette held up his hand and cut me off.

"You can't cover up what isn't there Jemia."

As soon as he started talking, it clicked within my mind and by the time he and finished I had moved his hair away. I saw an eye socket, but no red-eye to occupy it. A black hole took its place and scarring to be seen on the outside trimming the edges.

"Many things have happened to me." Break backed me up to where he can see me again. Due to my current shock, it was very hard to do so for him." Honestly, I shouldn't be alive anymore." He shook his head and almost silently ,quiet enough to where I knew I wasn't meant to hear it, "I have lived for too long, and I don't deserve too."

I looked at him ,unfamiliar to this much more serious side of him. After minute of silence Break turned away from me while standing and started to walk away.

"You are alive now though are you not?" Something deep within me didn't want him to walk away from me like that.

" Yes."

"I like to believe that everyone lives for reason. No one is worthless." Break faced me almost rigidly.

"Then what the hell is my purpose?" He said in a very calm voice. His tone sent a chill down my spine. "Teaching history? Please." He started to walk away again not seeming to become any more angry, but logic told me that Break was better at holding in his emotions than I had realized.

"I'd hope you would be here for me." I whispered as he walked out. Fairly sure that he didn't hear my last words, I sank down back into the cushions of the couch with a sense of dread.

"Well," I muttered quietly to myself,"That was probably the worst possible thing to bring up for the sake of a conversation, eh?" I mentally kicked myself as I buried my head in my hands, and tried to maybe, just MAYBE think of a way to solve this new dilemma which I had no clue about how to rid myself of it or how it even came about.

SOOO? What do you think? Did I nail down a decent Angry/Angsty Break? Because I'm not quite sure myself... Bah... Well, as you can imagine this problem that has arised will continue for a couple of chapters, but not too many I promise. I don't want to drag it out. Most of these drabbles are supposed to be lighthearted anyway.

Please tell me what you thought of this chapter or the story up to this point! I would really appreciate it.

Love you guys, muah!