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A saw the look on his roommate's face and wanted nothing to do with the situation, leaving as soon as B had entered the room. B sat on his bed hunched over with both of his hands clenching his hair, his whole body trembling. Disappointment. Incompetent. Backup. He screamed internally, wanting his thoughts to stop.

"B it's going to be okay." K whispered, sitting down next to him. L had just rejected B. He had ripped him apart; his best friend. He was breathing heavily. B couldn't believe it, L wasn't the same person B remembered, he'd changed. He was so blunt, unemotional... so inconsiderate of B's feelings. B suddenly hated himself for even having feelings.

"Get away from me K." He warned, turning away from her. He was so mad he wanted to rip off his own face. His whole body felt hot.

"People change B." She said, trying to comfort him. "Maybe L doesn't understand you like you thought he did."

K was right, but maybe L was right. Maybe everyone was right. "No, I'm just not good enough."

"B don't say that."

"Shut up." He groaned.

"I'm just trying to help."

She reached for his hand. He grabbed her arm and shoved her away.

"You only want to help because Murphy is forcing you to!" He yelled. "I'm not stupid, K!"

She tried to grab his hands again, only earning rage in return.

"Don't touch me!" He growled, suddenly feeling the urge to hit her. He realized what he had done afterwards, seeing the look of fear in K's eyes.

"You know B," She stood up. "There are reasons why you're alone."

B stopped breathing for a moment. It felt like someone had just ripped out his heart and stepped on it. She walked out of the room, B unable to speak.

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B felt like he was going to throw up. His face was on fire. He was crying again. He sat on his bathroom floor, mutilating his arms. He hadn't done this in so long. He remembered the kisses K had planted there during one of the many times he promised to never do it again. The blood dripped from him and he did it again and again, old scars being reopened as he split his flesh open with the razor. He couldn't stop shaking.

B looked at what he had done to his limbs and he sobbed loudly. Everything was falling apart around him. L didn't want him. Roger and Wammy never wanted him. K probably didn't want him anymore too. She had A. B missed her so much; he missed her touch and the way she spoke so softly to him. He missed when she would come into his room late at night and lay in bed with him. That was all the past now because she loved A and not B. A was normal. He wasn't emotionally unstable like B was. He could take care of K and protect her; he didn't break down at the slightest things like B did. He was rational, level headed, likeable... everything B was not.

B slithered over to his bed and searched under it for his pills. They were gone.

"K..." He hissed under his breath, standing and storming across the hall to her room. "Where are they!" He said loudly, making the girl jump.

"Where's what-" He saw the red stains on his sleeves and her stomach began to hurt. "B what happened, what are you doing?!"

He grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her against a wall. "Tell me where my pills are I know you took them!"

"What are you talking about...?" She asked.

B stopped and asked himself the same question: what was he talking about? He wasn't thinking straight. K stared up at him in fear and confusion and B released her, his stomach dropping. 'Fuck.' He thought as he turned to walk out of the room, K quickly following him.

"What pills, B?" She asked nervously. He wasn't on any pills. His dosages had stopped recently and Murphy hadn't prescribed anything new that she was aware of, so he shouldn't be taking any pills. Unless...

"B what pills?!"

"Get away from me!" He yelled, walking out of the room.

"B!" She said, reaching for his arm.

She took hold of his wrist and his blood coated her hand and she backed away, horrified, before B could even react. He stormed into his room and slammed the door in K's face, locking it as she rattled the doorknob in a panic.

"Beyond!" She called frantically.

He pushed his dresser in front of the door along with many other pieces of furniture and walked into the bathroom. He flung open the medicine cabinet and started taking out all the headache meds A kept inside. He wasn't even going to bother looking for his special pills, these would do just fine. He put handfuls of them in his mouth, swallowing them dry. A choking noise erupted from him as they stuck to the inside of his throat and he coughed, pills flying out of his mouth onto the counter and floor. He turned on the faucet and brought handfuls of water to his lips, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

He stared at himself in the mirror. B wondered what his lifespan looked like. He then realized he didn't care about the numbers anymore. He just wanted to end it. He didn't want to be here anymore. B looked at his arms again and fell to his knees, crying loudly. What had he done? He was so pathetic, no wonder nobody wanted him. He lay down on the floor and cried.

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K had picked the doorknob, but B had jammed so many things in front of the door that K was unable to open it.

"B let me in!" K cried, tears blurring her vision.

She slammed on the door a few more times before falling to the ground, feeling defeated. She looked to the right of her and saw the air vent that led into B's room. She unscrewed it using her fingernails and crawled through the passageway, her small figure barely able to fit.

K heard B's sobs and ran to him.

She got on her knees next to him, staring at his raw arms completely paralyzed by the sight. She noticed all the pills and opened bottles littering the floor. There was blood everywhere.

"No… no B get up!" She grabbed his shoulders and sat him up. "You have to puke them up, now!"

He stared groggily at her, not saying a word. K shoved him against the wall and tried to stick her fingers down his throat, B fighting against her.

"Get... get off!" He protested. "Just let me-"

"N-No!" K shrieked.

"I'm already dead K!" He said to her. "All my life I've... been walking around taking up space! It'd be better if I didn't even exist."

"B you're being over dramatic!"

"L hates me." He groaned, beginning to fall over. "No one cares about me."

K held onto him and shook her head, tears running down her face.

"I care!"

"Don't lie to me!" He yelled at her. "There is no meaning to my existence theres nothing to care about! I have no purpose."

"Everyone has a purpose B-"

"Shut up!"

K sobbed loudly, reaching for his bloody hands. She was shaking.

"Listen to me, you cant leave yet, I need you..." She sobbed helplessly, pleading. "B, I love you."

Love. B couldn't understand. He puked.

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