B was slowly regaining consciousness. He felt calm. No nightmares. When the hell did he even fall asleep?

"Yeah that girl was really pretty, Y."

B tried opening his eyes. He could hear a bunch of voices. They sounded foggy and far away. He attempted to sit up, but his body felt so heavy, that same feeling he got every time he took a new medication.

"Hey, look, he's waking up."

B's vision focused and he saw K sitting next to him, Z next to her, and X, Y, and A standing around his bed. B got very red, realizing they had all been watching him sleep.

"B you were out like a light." A said with a smile.

"Yeah we've been standing here for an hour!" X exclaimed. "We tried to wake you up but you wouldn't budge, what the hell did you smoke?!"

B glared at him, wondering why he was even in his room. X got nervous and looked away, as if B's gaze was burning his eyes. Good. K squeezed his hand and B looked down to see that their fingers were intertwined. She brushed his hair out of his face with her other hand, then turned to look at the others.

"Can you guys leave, I need to talk to him." She asked.

X and Y groaned. "You made us wait for him to wake up and now you're making us leave?!"

K glared at them. Z got up and grabbed the twins by their arms. "Let's go, you two." She said, dragging them out of the room. B watched as the red head led the two out of the room. Z didn't speak much, like B. It was weird hearing her say something. Since when did everyone become so friendly with each other? B was very behind.

"Don't be long." A said, kissing K on the top of her head then leaving, closing the door behind him.

B stared up at the ceiling, his face hot. He was pretty sure A just did things to get on his nerves.

"B you were sleeping like a baby." K said.

"Yeah I guess I was just really tired or something..."

He didn't want to tell her about the pills he had found in L's room. K would worry too much.

"Look at me B."

She sounded worried. B was confused, did he do something wrong? He turned his head to look at her. Her brown eyes were glazed over.

"...What is this?" She held a razor blade in her hand.

He didn't think she'd notice that. The shiny blade displayed dried blood along the edge. B closed his eyes, breathing in heavily. He was so stupid.

"This was on your nightstand. Do you remember our promise B?"

"...Did the others see it?" He asked nervously, ignoring her question.

"No I picked it up when I walked in."

B sighed. "Give it back." He said.

"No." K said, putting the razor in her shirt pocket. She went to pull up B's sleeve, and he pulled away from her.

"Don't touch me."

"B.."

"K, please."

"Why wont you ever let me help you with anything?" K asked, frustrated, her hands on her lap.

"It's not something that can be helped, K... just let it go."

"B what do you mean? Of course it can be helped, I can help..."

"I don't want your help!"

He had said that with more force than intended. But he meant it. He didn't want help from anyone. B hated the feeling of being a helpless little child always needing to be looked after and cared for... he was 17 for Christ's sake... K looked hurt and it was making B feel guilty.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me. It's not me your hurting, you're hurting yourself."

But B was hurting her, and he could see it in her eyes. He was always hurting her in some way or another, he just didn't mean to. She suddenly pulled up his sleeve, revealing the freshly made wound on his arm. B almost got angry at her again but stopped when he saw the gash on his arm, pain shooting up his limb at the sight. K looked him in the eyes with a look of disappointment.

"B stop this." She whispered, cleaning the blood from his skin.

"I can't K, you don't understand."

"You're right, I don't."

"I wish you would stop making me feel so guilty!" He yelled at her. "It's not my fault I can't control myself... you don't know what goes on inside my head!"

"I would know if you would just tell me!"

"I don't want you to know that's the thing." B turned away from her. "I wish you would leave me alone for like five seconds."

There, he had done it again. He kept saying things without thinking it through, K was going to hate him. He rolled over to grab her by the hand but K had already gone out the door. B felt sick again. He had to stop snapping at her so much. B rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a while.

"Back to sleep." He thought, searching for the pill bottle.

…

B woke up with his whole body hot and wet. It was the medicine. He stumbled out of bed onto the floor, breathing heavily. B pulled off his socks. He felt like he was suffocating, there was no air in the room. He ran out of the room and down the stairs, tripping down the last few. He pulled off his shirt before walking outside into the frozen yard. His pants parted ways with his body as well before he threw himself face first into the snow. He lay there like that for a few seconds before rolling onto his back. He felt the ice cold snow touching his skin, melting into his hair, drawing the heat from his body. B looked up at the night sky, amazed by the many stars that decorated it. B breathed out heavily, seeing the steam from his mouth float upwards. He sat there for a while, getting sucked into his thoughts while staring at the sky.

K's face slowly made its way into his field of vision; she was staring down at him, confused. She got on her knees next to him in the snow. She wanted to touch him, but she was scared to.

"Beyond, be honest with me, are you okay?"

K could look in his eyes and tell he was unhappy. She saw that dead look in those red orbs and she knew what he was thinking about. It hurt her to see him like that, to see him so lifeless. He looked like he was contemplating his existence. Ever since his dosages changed, B had been better but something was still off, K couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I..." He started. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been feeling a little weird lately, I feel horrible because I don't want to hurt you but I can't help it... there's lots of things I keep to myself and it would be better if you just don't know about them, alright?"

"You're never going to let me in, are you..." She played with the snow. "Let's go inside before you get sick."

...

He sat down in front of the fire while K fetched a blanket off of one of the couches behind them. She draped it over his bony shoulders as she sat down next to him. B watched as she dug something out of her pocket; it was the pack of cigarettes he had asked her to buy for him.

"Here," She said, placing the white cigarette between his lips.

"Thanks."

B didn't have a light, so he crawled over to the fireplace.

"Be careful..." K said as he held the cigarette in the flames, his hand shaking. "B! Be careful!" She sounded frantic now, staring at the orange flames that rose oh so close to B's hand.

"It's fine." He said sitting back next to her. K was still staring into the fire, her eyes wide. She could feel her arm starting to tingle and she began scratching herself lightly.

"K?" B placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him, a chill going down her spine. He was so cold.

"What?"

"...Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled at him.

B nodded and sucked on his cigarette, staring into the fire. K gazed at him. She watched as the look of nervousness left his face, how he calmed down with every drag he took. B always looked so pretty and calm when he smoked, she enjoyed watching him. It was so interesting, the way the fire illuminated half of his face giving him an orange glow, he looked like a painting. Smoke lingered in the air around them and K let out a small cough. B immediately turned his head to look at her.

"Do you want me to put it out?" B asked, holding the cigarette between two fingers. "I'll put it out."

"No-"

"You shouldn't be breathing in this smoke its bad for you."

"No, it's alright." She took his hand and brought it back to his lips. "Continue."

B looked at her funny, but put the cigarette back in his mouth.

K heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the doorway and snatched the cigarette out of B's mouth, holding it close to her lips.

"K..." B started to say.

Vienna's dark figure appeared at the door and K prepared her ears for what would come next.

"What in the hell are you two doing?!" Vienna yelled at them. "Where are your clothes B? And K, is that... are you smoking a cigarette?!"

B stared forward into the fire. Why did K have to do that, why wouldn't he have just let B get in trouble? More footsteps were heard running down the stairs, and soon Roger was at Vienna's side.

"What's going on?" Roger asked, putting his hand on Vienna's shoulder. "Calm down V, stop yelling."

"No! I will not!" Vienna said smacking his hand away. "Do you see these two?!"

"B where are your clothes?" Roger asked.

"K I cannot believe you're smoking a cigarette, you got it from him didn't you?! Roger what was I telling you before about B being a bad influence on her?" Vienna walked over to K and snatched the cigarette out of her hand. "I don't want him near her look at what he's made her do! K are you stupid?! How dare you smoke knowing that's the very thing that killed your parents, how about you take a look at those scars on your arm to refresh your memory."

She had gone too far. "Vienna thats enough." Roger said.

K's heart hurt. She jumped up and ran upstairs to her room, B not far behind her.

"You two get back down here!" V yelled after them.

K ran into her room, slamming the door with such force it woke everyone else up. A, startled, jumped out of bed and ran across the hall to her door.

"K? What's wrong? It's me, A." He called nervously, knocking gently on the door. "K let me in!"

B saw A at her door and walked past him into the next room. He opened the window and climbed out onto the roof, walking over to where the window to K's bedroom was. B pulled the blanket close to his body, he was freezing. He knocked on the glass before opening it, the window was unlocked. K was on the floor next to her bed, wrapped in a blanket, crying. A could still be heard outside her door.

"K!"

B sat next to her hesitantly wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders. He wasn't sure how to make her feel better.

"K you didn't have to do that you know." B whispered.

"But I wanted to." K growled through her teeth. "Vienna just didn't have to act like that!"

She pulled up her sleeve angrily, revealing the deformed skin underneath. She looked up at him, her bloodshot eyes scanned his face waiting for a look of disgust, he had only seen her arm once before. His expression remained unchanged. K licked her chapped lips, nervous for what she was about to say.

"My parents died in a fire." She said quietly, tracing circles with her fingers on her skin. "My father had been smoking a cigarette, and I guess he didn't put it out all the way... everything went up in flames."

B suddenly felt extremely guilty. He stared down at her, her flushed skin was wet with tears. Thats why she was afraid of fire. He stood up, opened the window, and hurled the pack of cigarettes K had bought him out into the snow.