Yay! This story is hard to write, but im trying!!!

Hiro POV

I kept running and running until I couldn't breath. Turns out I ended up a block from my apartment. The fact I had run that far awed me, since I normaly ride my motercycle...

MY MOTERCYCLE!

I left it at NG! Crap, i love that thing! What if it gets stolen?!

But...I dont want too go back and face Sakano...When I finnaly get what I want, I run away. It frusturates me, it pisses me off.

I took out my keys and jangled them before opening up the door. Ayaka was back at the temple for the weekend, so I was alone...Alone...such a powerful word, yet describes my life completely. I'm not worth anything, I have nobody, I DESERVE nobody, I am just...alone...

Out of anger, confusion, and sorrow, I punched the wall, causing it to indent, to my suprise. Seeing the wall go in like that, and feeling the pain in my wrist and hand, made my mood change to better. I swung at the wall again, right on the same spot, and broke the wall in.

I smiled. Smiled like a crazy man. Smiled like I jsut one the VMA awards, and didnt even act. Smiled like I never did before...

The wall was just the begining. After that, all my fury and sorrow that has filled me up for so long poured out, too fast for me to control. I teared at the pillows, yanked on the drapes, and flushed un-flushible items down the toilet, causing it to overflow.

An hour later, I fell to the ground of the livingroom, sobbing vividly. What had I done? Ayaka cant know about this. I have to fix it!

I got up and feebly attempted to put back together a plate that I broke. First, I carefully attempted to fit the 2 peices together, but everytime I let go, it broke apart, yet again, like I knew it would. But I tried again. With out glue, without tape, just me pushing the peices together. Frusturated that the peices would not go back together, i screamed and threw them to the ground, glaring at them in discust.

I wasn't mad. I wasn't sorrowful. I wasn't confused. I felt nothing. I let out everything I had, but that just brought more feelings. Feelings of more than sadness. Feelings of more than annoyance. Feelings of distrust.

I picked up on of the sharpest plate peices and slid it, slowly, painfully, down my wrist, watching the gash form with every drag, watching the redness swell up, watching he blood pour down. Suddenly, I came to thirst of this sight even more, and dragged it slowly accross the other arm, matching them. It didn't hurt. I didn't feel anything. I just simply dragged myself to the couch and fell asleep, covered in my own blood.

A/N holy shit, talk about deep...OO review please!