sorry this took so long, im very busy as usual! hope this chapter isnt too crappy

His lanky arms were wrapped around her body, his cold hands resting on her back. K stood completely still, as if she were made of stone. Her breaths were shallow, she was nervous and very confused. B was hugging her. He squeezed her tighter, gripping onto the back of her shirt. K didn't know what to do, she wanted to say something but it was like her throat had closed up. She wanted to return the gesture, but the fear of him lashing out at her erased the idea.

The hug had only lasted a few short seconds, but it felt like it had dragged on for hours in K's mind. B stepped back, nervously meeting eyes with his friend. Why in the world did he just do that? He breathed heavily. That strange feeling he had felt before, it pushed B into her, like it had caused him to hug her. He was almost annoyed with himself for making physical contact with someone, but at the same time he was a bit glad. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of him. All of that bad energy trapped up inside his body had been released when he hugged her, it was like he had let go of all of his stress.

K still stood in front of him, waiting for some sort of explanation that would probably never come. She awkwardly looked him in the eye, not exactly knowing what to do or say. Footsteps could be heard in the hallway and B's eyes flashed to the doorway.

"Whats this?" Vienna appeared at the door, a pill pottle and glass of water in her hands. "What are you two doing?"

She looked at them suspiciously, waiting for an answer.

K turned to her. "...We were just talking." She said calmly, glancing at B.

Vienna kept staring at them for a few seconds. "Okay," She said slowly. "B, Roger told me to give you your medicine now because of your little incident downstairs.."

She walked over to the boy, holding a pill out to him. He looked at K briefly, a smile showing in his eyes. K suddenly remembered they had switched his medicine with candy, and she almost started to laugh as B took the pill from Vienna. He held the small white candy in his hand, a faint white powder getting on his fingers. He put it in his mouth followed with a sip of water, and a sweet taste filled his mouth as he swallowed it.

He looked up at Vienna and she was surprised at how willingly he had taken his medicine. "Well that was unexpected..." She mumbled, squinting at him.

K bit the inside of her mouth, trying not to crack a smile or laugh. Vienna noticed B looking past her and turned around to look at K. She simply stared up at her with a dull look on her face. Vienna then hummed, making her way to the door.

"Carry on." She said before leaving.

…

The next four weeks went by smoothly, B had a little amount of outbursts and took all of his "medicine". He had behaved most of the time, and he was sure Murphy was going to take him off medication, or at least lower his dosage.

The middle aged man sat off in a chair in the corner of B's room while B sat, crouching on his bed. Murphy crossed his legs, fixed his glasses, and pulled out his notebook and pen before looking over at B. He cleared his throat.

"How are you today, B?" He said calmly, giving the boy a small smile.

B clenched his jaw. He promised K he would be nice to Murphy today, she said it would make things easier for B. He hoped she was right.

"I'm fine." B said quietly.

Murphy raised his head, wide eyed, and began writing in his book. The man hadn't expected B to acknowledge him, let alone respond to his question.

"That's excellent, B." He said. "I've been informed that you've taken all of your medicine, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Very good, very good!" Murphy exclaimed, quickly writing more things down in his book.

B squinted his eyes at him and shifted his position on the bed, pulling down on his sleeves as he did so.

"Now," The man said, closing his book and putting it to the side. "I've been asked to preform a physical examination on you."

A what...? He narrowed his eyes at Murphy. It was Roger... no, it had to have been Vienna. One of them had told his therapist to do this examination. B's body stiffened as the man approached him. He crouched down in front of the boy, leaning in close to his face. B backed up a little as Murphy stared into his eyes.

"Have you been getting enough sleep?" He questioned, noticing the dark circles under B's eyes.

Of course not. B rarely slept. He didn't answer him, too busy trying to find a way to get out of the examination. If Murphy saw his arms he'd...

"B I'm going to have to ask you to roll up your sleeves."

The boy's eyes went wide. "No." He said, glaring at Murphy.

Before B knew it, he was pinned down on his bed, screaming at the people above him holding him down. Roger had his arms and Wammy and Vienna his legs. Murphy stood in front of him, looking down at B as he thrashed about.

"Let go of me!" He screamed, wriggling around in their grip. "Let go!"

"B you need to calm down."

"Shut up!"

They all struggled to keep him down on the bed, trying their best to hold onto to his limbs. Murphy slowly reached out to B's left arm, holding his sleeve with two fingers.

"Don't touch me!" B growled tugging on his arm. There were too many hands, he couldn't move.

He glared up at Murphy, who was ignoring him. B was panicking, he was losing hope. They were going to see what he's been doing to himself, the one thing he has struggled to keep a secret for so long. He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw. There was nothing he could do, it was useless.

"Please, don't..." B begged.

He could feel his sleeve being pulled back, and he knew everything was going to go downhill from here.

You're worthless.

Everyone was silent, staring down at B's mutilated arm, horrified looks on their faces. Rows and rows of overlapping cuts of different sizes covered B's pale arm, a lot of them puffy and infected. Vienna was the first one to speak, letting out a short gasp.

"My God..." She whispered, covering her mouth. "I knew something was wrong."

Murphy quickly pulled down the boys sleeve, shaking his head as he did so.

"I had a feeling this was what his problem was..." He said. "But I was hoping this wasn't it."

They let B go and he just lay there limp, breathing quietly with his eyes partially open. It was over. He was finished. There was no way of convincing anyone he was sane, not after what they had just seen. B stared over at the wall where he had pictures of L. He wished he were here.

…

"So what is this?"

The four adults were downstairs in the office, standing around Roger's large wooden desk.

"Is this some kind of ploy for attention?" Vienna asked.

"Not in B's case." Murphy said. "The boy hates attention and interaction with others, this is anything but a way to gain attention."

"So what is it?" Wammy asked. "I'm quite worried for the boy."

"Yes I'm worried too." Roger chimed in. "I had no idea he was..."

Murphy sighed and looked down at B's file, which was opened up on the desk. He was searching through various papers and documents, slowly flipping through the pages.

"Based on your descriptions of his outbursts and what I've seen, B definitely has anxiety issues and problems controlling his emotions, and he may have developed some form of a personality disorder as well." He said, twirling his pen between his fingers. "We already know he has a history of depression, but I think the reason why he is harming himself is because he doesn't know how to express his emotions or feelings to others. It's all just pent up inside of him and this is where he puts it, its how he vents."

They were a silent for a while.

"B is a very angry and depressed boy, and he needs some other way to channel this intense anger of his." Murphy put the pen down. "Does he have any friends?"

"Yes, he does." Roger said, glancing at Vienna momentarily. "A girl named K, shes a year younger than him."

"Very good, we can start his treatment with her." He fixed his glasses. "By having him interact with someone he isn't hostile towards, he'll feel more relaxed and secure and be able to hopefully talk out his problems with her."

"Yes of course." Roger said. "She's somewhere around here..."

...

The room had gone quiet. K cracked open the door to B's closet where she had been hiding. She peeked out into the room, seeing no sign of an adult's presence. She crawled out, spotting B lying on his bed in silence. She walked across the room and carefully got onto the bed, being mindful not to touch him. B was laying in the same position he had been left, his head turned to the side looking off at the wall. He looked almost lifeless. K could see he was crying, and she could hear his muffled sobs.

"B..." She said quietly, trying to figure out a way to console him.

She looked down at his arms which were covered by his shirt. She didn't know what the others had seen, but it had really upset B. She reached for his hand and could immediately see his whole arm become stiff. He shot a glare at her but she persisted. K took his hand in hers, and B instantly tried to pull away from her.

"Beyond!" She said, gently squeezing his hand. "B, its okay."

He looked up at her, his eyes still watery, and nodded as she began to rub his hand. Millions of thoughts were racing through B's head. He was afraid. Everyone was going to think that he was mentally unstable. They were definitely going to give him more medicine now, medicine that would make him feel like hes not in control of his body. What if they tried to send him away? They were going to try and send him to a place for crazy people, where they kept everyone tied up white clothes in white rooms and all they did was sleep. Where the people talked to themselves and screamed at the walls and cried because no one would answer them. B was not insane. What if they told L?

B's heart sunk so far down into his chest he thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest.

"What's the matter?" K asked, sounding concerned.

She could see that his skin had gone pale, and he was now looking at the ceiling, a worried look on his face. K almost smiled, seeing herself as she stared at her friend. When she was younger, she always thought there were monsters hiding in her closet. K would glare at the closet, her little mind imagining up horrifying creatures in the darkness. She remembered the way her mother would always hold her tight and sit in front of her, blocking her view of the dark closet. "Look." She would always say. "Look at me sweetheart."

"...K am I insane?" B whispered, still looking up at the ceiling, a frantic look in his eyes.

K blinked a few times, her heart feeling warm at the thought of her mother. "Hm?"

"There has to be something wrong with me..."

"Don't you ever say that, B. Here, look at me." She got closer to him. "Come on, look at me."

B slowly shifted his attention to K, looking up at her.

"Now focus on me, and nothing else. Don't think about anything at all just look at me now." She said softly, caressing his hand. "Calm down, you'll be okay I promise."

He did as she said and cleared his mind of all thoughts, leaving it an empty void. B steadied his breathing and relaxed a bit, soon becoming more comfortable with K holding onto his hand. He stared up at the girl, she was divine. B couldn't figure out why she still stuck around him, what kept her coming back. He gave her a small smile as he felt that warm feeling creep up his body once more.

"Thank you, K." He murmured. "You're an angel."