Hey guys! It's been a while since I made a chapter for a story and don't worry about what I've been doing! I'm working on my next work of fanfiction for you lovely people in the RWBY fandom and it should be ready for you all soon. But anyways, to keep you guys in check with how the story is doing… I'm here to give you a snippet of how dark my writing can get in my next work. Back in 2014, I actually wrote a doc that pertained to this story… it was after writing The Blackening Rose and it was supposed to be a dark one-shot, but a personal event happened and… well to make sure that my well being would stay intact… I decided to put it on the shelf and give it some time. I wrote it during a very dark age… and… well let's just say that I might not have been here if I continued writing this doc.

I feel like it's been long enough, so I'm pulling it off the shelf, dusting it off with some minor and major changes, and showing it to you all. You can… call it a bad ending… a dark and depressing ending. Let me ask you all something… what is worse than death with the one you love dearly?

(Disclaimer: Mentions of forced self-harm are written… sorry to spoil part of it, but this is for those that may be triggered by it.) READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION... Seriously... this might be too emotional to some of you guys.

By the way… the song in this chapter is known as Hospital for Souls; created by the same band that made the song I used in the actual final chapter (Bring Me The Horizon). It may be sensitive and even offensive to some in a way, but it's actually based on a true story and it is very depressing.

The sound of crashing thunder made me jolt awake, screaming as I heard it. After a moment, I stopped and breathed heavily, looking around with a feeling of fear. W-where are they? A-are they gone? I-is she gone? I thought as I looked, slowly getting out of bed just in case. The door slammed opened and I jumped back onto my bed, whimpering and trembling as I turned my attention to it. Yang stood there, giving me a look of worry. "W-what's wrong sis?! D-did someone try to hurt you?" She asked, already checking me for wounds.

I shook my head. "N-no… I-I… had another nightmare and the thunder woke me up." I replied softly and kept trembling despite now having my sister's' company. I-it's been like this… since she was gone, I started having night terrors. My sister tried her best to make sure that I didn't feel alone, but even then, it still wasn't working. "W-Weiss… t-they… t-they wouldn't leave me alone." I said shakily, my voice beginning to have a despair-inducing tone. My sister tried to hug me, but I gently pushed her away. "I-I'll be fine now. I don't need to sleep." I got out of bed with a sigh.

"Sis… you've been like this for months, and it's only been a few days since you started losing sleep. I-I mean, have you seen yours-"

I shot her a glare. "I-I don't need to know how miserable I look! Do you think I don't know how I look like?!" She stayed quiet, only giving me more fuel to continue. "I can feel my wretched self! You already had to take me to the hospital once… it's not going to get any better. I will never get better." I hugged myself gently and went towards the doorway, noticing Blake peeking from it. "H-hey Blake." I said softly and walked out. I could already hear her going into my room to check how my sister is. I-it wasn't hard for me to know what they talk about when I'm not around. They always discussed my condition… they had been speaking only of that ever since Weiss was taken back to her home by her father. I clenched my hands but ended up whimpering, feeling a warm sensation from my upper arms.

I already knew what that sensation was… it was my own blood. Something that I see and feel on an almost daily basis thanks to the night terrors I had. I thought that I couldn't be hurt in my dreams… but the demons that I try to get away from… they always found a way to harm me… t-to put me in a critical condition. The worst part of it all was the fact that I couldn't fight. I lied there in my dreams, on my own fucking bed, paralyzed; vulnerable for all to take advantage of. I-it terrifies me… Yang and Blake would help me to sleep in my room, and I thought that it would help since they're very close to me… but they kept coming.

Just recently it got worse, not even allowing me to rest. Their company wasn't help anymore more, even getting harmed one time when they tried to wake me. I didn't want them to stay in the same room with me anymore. I was slowly becoming a threat to their lives… and I didn't want to end up killing one of them. Anything but that. I slowly opened the door to the restroom, walking in slowly and sluggishly, still feeling the effects and exhaustion of my most recent time in hell. The first thing I did was look into the full body mirror that was there.

I didn't look like the cheery, energetic Ruby Rose anymore. No… I was someone else entirely. My hair had grown out, showing signs that I stopped tending to it, where there was visible skin… there was… scars. At this rate, new ones showed how much I had to endure. My body wasn't clean, or even perfect, it was tainted, fucked beyond comprehension. I had to wear hoodies and jeans all the time, just so no one would look at me twice out in public. Even my mother and father were terrified at what I've become.

I was broken… hopeless… filled with layers of despair. The one thing I loved to do so much even reflected that feeling of hopelessness. All my music… it didn't have a happy ending anymore; it was filled with screams and words of despair… lyrics that were filled with pain. Speaking of music, I felt a need to go into the studio as I slowly left the restroom, making my way to my desired destination. Opening the door, past memories flashed through my mind, moments of screaming, breaking down, and downright suffering were included, all for me to feel heavy and paralyzed.

I felt like I forgot how to breathe; voices were heard behind me but my hearing was starting to sound as if something was covering my ears. I paid no attention to my surroundings but to the person standing a few feet away from me at the center of the studio. I can't forget that white hair, her elegant appearance, or even those sea blue eyes. I-it had to be who I thought it was. "W-Weiss?" I called softly. I let out a gasp when she giggled and gave me a small smile. "W-why are you here… I-I thought you were-" and just like that, those last words I gave were the signal to Weiss as she faded away. It was nothing but a goddamn hallucination.

I didn't break down, nor did I leave the room, I pressed the button beside me on the wall to turn the lights on, and walked towards the audio board. With a shaky hand, I pulled my scroll out of the left pocket of my black and red-striped sweatpants and placed it on a dock beside the microphone that connected onto an intercom. There was no need to bother with figuring out what song I should sing, it was already the sign to everyone that I'm done. I don't want to get close to anyone ever again… not like her. I clicked play on my scroll and walked into the soundbooth. Usually, I would want to use a guitar to add to my own cover, but this was no cover… I don't have the will to even try to figure out the notes on my guitar anyways.

The music was quiet, the intro was so the lead singer of the band can talk about a certain experience in his past. I can't relate to him… I can't start again. The instruments began to louder until they stopped. Then suddenly, guitar, bass, and drums started their usual roles in songs like these until the lyrics came in. I drew a deep breath, feeling an emotional sting of pain as I sang.

The days are a death wish

A witch hunt for an exit

I am powerless

I wished for an exit… something that gives me reason to cling onto hope. I wanted a way out.

The fragile, the broken

Sit in circles and stay unspoken

We are powerless

There's nothing for me to say anymore. The reason why I'm like this can be explained by anyone I know. And now… that reason became something that I regret. I never should have gotten close with her in the first place.

Because we all walk alone on an empty staircase

Silent halls and nameless faces

I am powerless

We all have a journey… but my journey has changed its course, to a place where there's no malice, anger, or any other emotion mankind can think of. Or that's what I thought.

Everybody wants to go to Heaven

But nobody wants to die

I can't fear death no longer

I've died a thousand times

With my night terrors, I'm starting to let go of the fear that I might die in my sleep. I'm expecting it… I've already died emotionally, I'm just waiting for my final breath to draw out.

Why explore the universe

When we don't know ourselves?

There's an emptiness inside our heads

That no-one dares to dwell…

I readied myself and my voice. Everything that was bottled up until this moment was going to be let out with this sensitive verse... a verse that I will scream to.

Throw me to the flames
Watch me burn
Set my world ablaze
Watch me burn

How are we on a scale of one to ten?
Could you tell me, what you see?
Do you wanna talk about it?
How does that make you feel?

Have you ever took a blade to your wrists?
Have you been skipping meals?
We're gonna try something new today
How does that make you feel?

My parents took me to a therapist two months ago. All they wanted was for me to take their stupid prescription drugs to force me out of my depression… to get over Weiss and these night terrors that I don't have a way out of. They don't understand the pain that I'm feeling… none of them do. And now… I just want to be alone… away from everyone.

Hold me close, don't let go
Watch me
Hold me close, don't let go
Watch me
Hold me close, don't let go
Watch me
In this hospital for souls

This part repeated so many times… but my thought never changed. I have a feeling that Yang and Blake's view are like this. They have to watch me so I don't suffer anymore than I already am. What they don't realize… is that I'm getting worse every day. There's no way out… there's no hope for me.

Hold me close, don't let go
Watch me burn
Hold me close, tell me "go"
Watch me burn
Hold me close, don't let go
Watch me burn
In this hospital for souls

After a second round of the ending, I noticed Yang and Blake come in before I collapsed onto the floor. I trembled violently, tears falling from my eyes but I didn't make a sound. I had that feeling again; something was covering my ears again… but this time I heard a voice, it belonged to myself. "This despair. I-it feels… so much worse than last time .When you feel the way I'm feeling… w-well… at least I don't have to hope for despair anymore. A-all of this… Weiss… I wish it never happened. I should've just stayed home. I would never have gotten hurt… now… I feel… so… hope… l… e… s… s." My voice went silent, and I felt heavy once again.

I closed my eyes slowly and welcomed the darkness, for I knew my life was coming to its own emotional end.

… … … What the hell is wrong with me? Ugh, anyways, I know for sure my next story won't be as dark as this "extra". Anyways, I hope you guys… got some feels to that. I finished making changes to this at a pretty late time, like after 2 AM late. Maybe I might make another "extra" for this story, but that's if you guys want that. So let me know how you guys feel by posting a review. Anyways, I hope I see you all on my next work. (READ BELOW THIS)

Stay Classy… and in all seriousness, if anyone is feeling like this… don't lose grasp on hope. There's going to be a golden moment that changes your life if you don't let despair get to you. If you need anyone to talk to, talk to some of the writers in the RWBY fandom… even those that impacted your lives and let them know that they've changed you. Hell, I know some that will even talk with you guys and keep you company… maybe even get you out of depression. There's great people out there that will support you, so don't forget that! Anyways, I hope you all have a great day, night, or morning.