I couldn't sleep until I wrote this It was driving me insane. I NEED you guys to review more because literally I am very insecure and I worry no one likes this story. Well anyway here is the next chapter of Teens With Broken Dreams.

Chapter 4

Before Mako knew it, he was walking home with Iroh, a sniffling Bolin, Tahno, and on the other side of the street was Korra. They all decided to leave their vehicles at schoolso they could mess with freshman on the bus. They did it all the the boys were all laughing Mako and Korra couldn't help but keep making eye contact on the walk home. He wanted to wait until they were alone to tell her about the math thing. Tahno's house was first. Then Iroh's then Mako's and Korra's. Iroh gave Bolin a pat on the back and said,

"Girls are dramatic. Asami will be fine as long as you were honest." And with that he walked into his house. Bolin sulked up the steps to their door. Mako checked Korra was right there. Once Bolin was inside he sprinted across the street.

"Korra, wait a second." Mako half whispered half yelled. She turned around smiling. The sight of her smile almost knocked him on his back. He did trip though. He was never the most graceful boy.

"Are you okay?" Korra asked worried.

"Yeah, but I think my knee is bleeding. I need a band-aid." Korra sat down on her knees next to him. Mako's face got hot when she touched his knee. And it wasn't from pain.

"Does it hurt? Can you walk?" Korra asked panicked by the blood.

"Korra it's only a scratch, I'm not dying." Mako said. That was really the wrong thing to say. Korra glared at him with the purest anger.

"You mind if I come in and get a band-aid?" Mako said changing the subject of his death. She nodded smiling.

"Kinda like when we were kids huh?" Korra said grinning up at him.

"Yeah, only difference is, i'm an asshole. Korra I-"

"Don't. I don't need this right now. I am going to get you a band-aid, and you're going to tell me what ever you ran over here for, and this will be over and done with." And with that she strutted out of her livingroom. Her house hadn't changed much since the day he first set foot in it. They had only replaced the wallpaper. He stared at the counter where he had sat when Senna fixed his knee that time. He looked at the couch where he and Korra used to sit and watch cartoons while Bolin was outside with the boys.

He looked at the little dent in the wall when Korra had challenged him to wrestle. The dent was from Mako's chin. Korra had beaten him good. It was like staring at a haunted house that you had once lived in. He could almost feel his child self kicking him for what he did to Korra, his other half. Korra came back in with a band-aid. Mako took it and lifted his pant leg. Korra turned not wanting to see the blood. When he was done she turned to him.

"So what did you want?" She had her arms crossed over her chest. He grinned.

"I was going to tell you to check your windows. I hear there's a rain coming." Korra smiled really big and laughed. The both of them laughed until their stomachs ached. When they quieted down Mako said.

"I came to tell you that you have to tutor me in math" Korra's jaw dropped.

"Are you shitting me?" She said when she was able to close her mouth.

"I'm that bad. Sorry." Mako said pouting unintentionally.

"Don't be you need the help." Korra said opening the front door and walking onto the porch with him.

"So. Will you check your windows?" Mako said hopefully. She gave him a look he couldn't understand. It was grief and happiness all in one look.

"Of course." And with that she shut the door on him. He tried not to jump up and down crossing the street but it was hard. But his happiness ended when he saw his fathers car. Opening the front door he saw the worst site of his life. His father had bolin by the front of his shirt and was beating him senseless. Mako tackled his father, who was so drunk he could barely stand anyway, and they crashed leaving a hole in the wall. His father was unconscious. Mako hoisted Bolin over his shoulder and half ran out the door. He didn't even knock on Iroh's door. That was their real home, the one where they were really raised. Iroh's mother saw them and grabbed the emergency kit that she had made up for whenever their parents dropped in.

"How bad?" She asked. She was a pretty woman with dark hair and dark eyes.

"Not bad, but he didn't fight back, he had had a rough day already." Mako answered. Bolin was half conscious. So was Mako from his head hitting the wall. He kept replaying that day in his head. The day he lost Korra.

Flashback

Mako had been hanging out with Tahno and Iroh that night. Korra had kept saying he shouldn't go to a party. She had heard there were supposed to be gang members there. Mako went anyway. He and the boys were trying to act cool in front of the Triple Threat Triad. They offered them some pills. The boys took them without question. Three days later Mako went to the park and bought more. He had done this the previous day. He found himself needing more each time he took them. He and Korra sat in the park like any other day. Mako kept eating the pills.

"Mako what are you eating?" Korra asked suddenly. Mako wasn't seeing straight.

"Mints." He answered trying not to slur his words.

"Well they aren't helping your breath." Korra said giggling. Mako didn't find it funny at all.

"Well fuck you then." He stood up and the pills fell out of his pocket. Korra stared at him wide eyed.

"What are those?" Korra said. Mako didn't know if it was her shaking or his vision.

"Fun things that I need. Give me them please." Mako said growling. Korra grabbed the pills and hid them behind her back. Mako was a lot stronger than her now. He picked her up and squeezed her too tight. He was breaking her rib cage. He fought her until she quit breathing. He took the pills. And ran home.

He was at home for an hour when he heard banging on the door of his bedroom.

"Mako open this door."

"Why so you can tell me what to do some more?"

"No so I can help. Please Mako I love you don't do this."

"There you go yelling again. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Didn't you hear me? I love you damn it now open the door."

Korra had only been knocked unconscious by his hug. He had cracked a rib though. Mako looked at the bag it was almost empty.

"Korra." Mako said. His voice sounded broken and unnatural.

"What? Mako please open the door." He wasn't listening though. He was going through the closet that used to belong to his father. Until he found it. The .45 pistol.

"You still there Korra? I'm going to take the last two pills. And then I am going to die."

"MAKO DON'T PLEASE! I love you don't do this. Please...please."

"I love you too. More than you would ever understand." With the gun pointed to his head he unbolted the door and pulled the trigger.

Mako's eyes shot open. He was sitting upright on Iroh's couch. Bolin was snoring next to him. He had a bandage on his eyebrow. That seemed to be the only damage his father had done. Mako's head hurt from that dream. His memory of that day was fuzzy. He remembered Korra's voice the best. That was the only real thing that stuck in his head. He had been so stupid. Mako could never hate himself more than for what he did to Korra. He was stupid and reckless and there had been no reason to do what he did. He just...did it. But fate got the best of him.

Korra was right to hate him. But they loved each other. But Korra couldn't get over him almost dying. He was so hopped up on pills that the gun wasn't even touching his head. He shot a hole through the wall. The gunshot scared Korra. She called 911. Mako had overdosed. The doctors told her that if she had called a minute later Mako would be gone. They had hospital beds next to each other, because of Korra's rib, she had to rest for a week. She didn't speak to him the entire time in the hospital.

When she checked out Mako woke up to a note on his chest.

I don't have the heart to watch you die. I love you. But us together isn't something I want anymore. I hope you understand. I don't want to see you anymore, at all.

Love Always,

Korra

Mako read that note everyday. He still read it sometimes. That was why he never smoke or drank. He was afraid to die. He hadn't wanted to eat the pills. But everyone said he looked really cool taking them at the party. It went to his head. He sat back on the couch and slept the rest of the night.

Are you people happy now? That is what happened. If you don't like it i'm sorry but that is what happened. That is what drove them apart. But now here is the catch: How do you fix a scar that healed with salt and pain? Well you will have to wait for the next chapter. It is 11:30 at night and i'm out.