Okay, well people wanted another one so her it is. I do not own anything. Very depressing. Rory centric as is my style.

Memories consume
Like opening the wound

The fang scars still throbbed often. He couldn't help but wonder how he could have a crush on the girl -no monster- that did this to him. Every night he heard the heartbeats of his family and it took all of his self control not to suck them dry. Sure, Benny's grandma did make a good blood substitute, but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted –no needed - blood. He felt his body getting weaker every day. For some reason, the blood substitute was not working right
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
No one knew. They wouldn't look into anything about him, or ask him, unless he started drinking blood again. They never asked if he was alright; how he was doing; how he was handling the change; how he was psychologically handling it. They didn't care. They didn't want him. Sure he was useful to Benny's grandma and, though they didn't know it, them. He got the information they used to take down the supernatural creatures. They didn't know he cut himself; that he often wondered if he should just stake himself. No one wanted him around anyways.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
He hated how it was always him on the outside. How he was always the unwanted. He was always the one holding off the creatures, blackmailing, fighting, sabotaging, anything, until they decided to face the creatures themselves. Inside he was a mess. He was confused as to how everyone was so easily fooled into believing that he was stupid and always oblivious. He was confused as to why it was him and why the blood substitute wasn't working. He didn't want to lose himself to the monster inside of him again. When he was first changed, he did lose himself. He killed people in a completely different city.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream.
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean.

He wondered if his unlife was worth living for. He wondered if retaining his humanity was worth the endless struggle. He screamed sometimes, into his pillow at night. He couldn't help but be so frustrated that everyone thought he was fine and oblivious when they were the oblivious ones. He always said things that made him seem stupid. Many times he wished he could scream at them with them hearing every word of it.
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright.
So I'm breaking the habit,
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

He couldn't remember everything about the change, only that it was more excruciating than agony. He'd faced agony before, but this was so much worse. He knew cutting was wrong, but he didn't care. It was his escape.
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
He clutched the blade and locked the door, propping a chair against it. He hurt. Bad. They'd brushed him off again. He'd heard them say he was worthless and stupid. They were supposed to be his friends.
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one that falls
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
He would paint with blood, his blood, on the walls. He'd write words like death, freak, dead, worthless, and stupid. It was behind his bed in the corner. No one would see it unless looking for it. He always felt like he was falling, but the chasm had no end. No one was there to help him. No one wanted to save him. He'd stop fighting it. He'd drink human blood from blood banks and hospice patients. Those who would die, he'd give a un-life. Then when they came after him, he'd kill himself.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Tonight, it would end.

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