Staring up at the cracked ceiling, James wondered how on earth he had let it get this far. Unfortunately, he was sat in the waiting room of Rohampton House, an institution for therapy and mental aid. He hadn't meant for everyone to take his essay that seriously.

He never thought that anybody would care.

It was silent, you could've heard a pin drop. James stared down at his paper from his position at the front of the class. Too scared to see their reactions. He finally looked up when he heard somebody sniffling.

Logan was crying silently, staring at his best friend in utter shock.

Kendall looked as if he wanted to cry but was trying hard to keep a straight face. The hurt was evident in his green eyes.

Carlos resembled a lost puppy, looking up at James as if he had just kicked him.

James located the source of the sniffling. Camille, sitting in between Jennifer 3 and Logan, was wiping tears from her eyes and trying to smile at James.

Miss Collins looked similar to a middle aged lady watching chick flick where the main character dies, a hand on her chest and tears spilling from her round eyes.

James himself was choking back tears, slowly breaking down the walls he'd been building for so long. He gave up.

Mama Knight was informed and had insisted that James attend a therapy session at Rohampton. Something about bringing a positive light into his life.

"James Diamond," his 'mother' began as she was about to leave him. "Just remember that you are beautiful, inside and out. Don't let such horrid thoughts sway you."

He didn't believe her.

A couple of minutes later, his name was called and he was directed to room 204. A small, elfish looking man was sat in a leather chair on the other side of the room.

"Ah, Mr. Diamond." he smiled up at James. "Take a seat."

He did as he was told, seating himself in the long, brown leather chair. The room was white, the walls bare of any posters. It smelt of disinfectant; that made James uneasy. What were they going to do to him. Dissect his brain to find out what was wrong?

"Now James, to solve any problem, you need to find the root cause." Benet said calmly. "Can you tell me where this all first began?"

He stayed silent, thinking it over in his head. Keeping his eyes on the wall in front of him, James began digging through his brains to find the 'root cause'.

"I used to be fat." James said after a long while, surprising the therapist. He didn't know why he said that, but he was glad he did.

"And, how did you feel about that?" Benet kept pushing, trying to get him to open up.

James was quiet for a long while again, before he answered. "I hated it. Actually, I didn't even notice until the name calling began."

Benet shifted in his seat, writing something down. That made James uneasy too. "So, you were bullied?"

"I don't like putting a name on things."

James arrived home late, going straight to his room. Assuming that everyone was asleep, he fell back on his unmade bed with a deep sigh. The therapist didn't go well. It brought back to many memories, he broke down. Eventually, after a lot of shouting and stubbornness on James' behalf, Mr. Benet called it off and let him free. Originally, James planned on going home, locking himself in his room and crying himself to sleep. But, couldn't..

He couldn't feel anything anymore; he was numb, so to speak.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Kendall's voice was heard from across the room. Jumping slightly, James looked over at his friend's balled up form. He had thought he was asleep, and wished he was. Talking wasn't on his agenda.

I could've helped you." His voice was hoarse and he was turned facing the wall. "We could've."

He sighed again, kicking off his shoes. "There's nothing to help, Kendall. There never was."

The blonde turned around, suddenly angry. "Yes there is, James! What if you have a serious problem? What if this went even further, huh?"

He took a deep breath, calming himself down. "James, you have so many people that care about you. Carlos, Logan, Katie, my Mom, Camille, Lucy. Me. Even Gustavo, for heaven's sake. You could've told any one of us, it shouldn't have escalated this far."

James still couldn't feel. He got under the covers and faced away from his worried friend. "I don't want to talk about it."

Sighing exasperatedly, Kendall got back into bed, giving up for the time being. The numbness was wearing off and James was beginning to feel again.

Thanks to those who reviewed! I wrote this chapter on requests, it will probably just be a 3 shot though. Review, please!

~Insanity ;)