A/N I know it's been far too long since I've updated! It's been such a crazy year so…yeah. The chapters are going to get a bit longer, but there might be less content…anyways, here it is…

Fail. At least I got a new knife, I guess.

But how could she not catch it? She gave me a new one-just like that…

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With a deep breath he took his anger out on his wrist, sliding the sharp metal across his pale skin. Dozens of scars lingered over his wrist, nobody had yet seen them.

It was almost time for Drake to head to school. He had started to take the bus, seeing as Josh would refuse to drive him. His grades went from a D average to As and Bs.

And yet nobody had noticed.

This was exactly what he did before. He saw no point in caring about his grades, what reason was there to? Now there was a reason. He needed help, but he couldn't ask for it.

The bells had rung. Drake was barely on time for chemistry. Anxiety bled through his eyes. He felt Josh's glare pierce his skin. He felt his teacher's annoyed face glued to his face. All of the kids he used to call his friends ignored him.

Drake had lost everything.

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Lunch had finally come. Drake wasn't hungry, but he was relieved to finally escape the boredom of each class. It also did not help that they were in the same classes.

Every.

He felt his angered eyes stab his soul.

Single.

He knew he was just going to have to ignore Josh.

Class.

This would be harder than he thought.

Drake crept toward Josh, knowing they had to talk.

"What?" He rolled his eyes at the musician.

"Can we talk?" He cleared his throat, "Like now?"

Josh sighed, standing up. He followed Drake to the empty hallways.

"What?" He repeated the word harshly.

"Look man, I said I'm sorry, don't you get that I mean it? I'm freaking out here."

"No surprise there." His words were bullets, fired from his mouth to Drake's brain. They would linger there forevermore, "You just disappoint everyone around you. Every. Single. Person."

He walked back to the cafeteria, leaving Drake alone, tears burning his eyes.

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Josh hadn't bothered to tell Drake dinner was ready…again. It had been months since he actually ate a meal. He wasn't vain anymore. He never even bothered to look in the mirror. Why should he care how he looked? Nobody cared about him.

He dragged the knife over his skin once more, blood crawling away from the wound.

So yeah...my laptop's acting up, so I can't post until I get a new laptop. I;m going to post two chapters AND a new story!

Thanks for standing by!

Shattered Out!