Hey! It is time to update again, so here I am. :) I'm sorry, I know I've been slacking off on my writing lately. For the past few days, I haven't had a lot of inspiration to write, even though I have quite a few ideas for this... Until the BIG part. *grins devilishly* But, that won't be for a while.

I love you guys! I can't believe that I already have 20+ followers. I normally have the fanfics that are overlooked. You guys make me so happy! I would make a list of all of you, but I don't want to waste too much time. I'll just do some review replying, but I won't be able to reply to all of you. :(

Kima-Siksin- Ooh! That makes me want to try laughing like that. You shall find out what is going on soon. O.o

God Of Twilight- I'm glad to know that someone goes through the same thing. Thanks for the sweet review!

Katomi-sama- Actually, they technically are from the anime. (If you would go as far as to say that.) I used the name of Corey's shinigami as some random shinigami on Wikipedia. I'll probably do the same thing for Grace.

kotori-san- I was actually thinking the same thing. I'll probably do it in a sequel, if I'm not sick of this by then. :P

Enjoy!

The rain pelted the small window in the room, forming small webs of cracks in the glass.

I snapped awake, falling out of my bed in the process.

That scared the shit out of me.

I shook my head, chuckling softly. Wow, was I stupid. I got scared by rain. Rain, of all things!

Bang! A flash of lightning scattered over the window.

I jumped backwards and hit the wall, bumping the back of my head.

I wasn't afraid of storms, I just wasn't expecting those noises. Are they trying to wake up everyone in the asylum?

"Scared?" I heard Beyond's voice call from the other side of the room.

"Uh-uh. No! Of course not. It just came out of nowhere!" I started getting defensive. As I said before: I was not afraid of storms.

How did he even get over there?

I saw his crimson eyes flash as he walked over to me. He lent a hand out to help me up.

"Thanks." I muttered, using his hand as a leverage to pull myself up.

I saw his smirk as he crossed his arms smugly.

"What?" I asked.

He smiled.

"Hello, everybody. I'm Miss Ashleigh." The music teacher spoke around the room, a guitar in her hand. She was older, was quite plump, and had wildly curly black hair.

Everyone was used to the drill, and gave a half-hearted "hello". I didn't speak.

I wasn't prepared to meet yet another therapist after what happened in art.

"Today, we are going to go over a song. After we have gone through it, we usually play it in the background softly while we go around the circle and see how the song relates to you, if at all." She smiled.

I liked her better than the art therapist, she seemed less fake and more patient.

As per usual, Beyond sat next to me, his arm around my shoulder. We leaned our heads against each other, his arm tightening around me.

"Let's begin."

I looked down at the sheet of lyrics that she passed out. As I read, a violin tune began, guitars gradually beginning along with it.

Kiss It All Better-He Is We

He sits in his cell, and lays on his bed. Covers his head, and closes his eyes.
He sees a smoking gun, and the coward he ran, and in his arms is the bleeding love of his life.
And she cries, "Kiss it all better, I'm not ready to go. It's not your fault, love, you didn't know, you didn't know."

Her hands are so cold, and he kisses her face, and says, "Everything will be alright."
He noticed the gun, and his rage grew inside.
He said, "I'll avenge my lover tonight."
And she cried, "Kiss it all better, I'm not ready to go. it's not your fault, love, you didn't know, you didn't know."

Now he sits behind prison bars, twenty-five to life, and she's not in his arms.
He couldn't bring her back with a bullet to the heart.
Of the back of the man who tore his world apart.
He holds onto a memory. All it is, is a memory, hey, hey.

He cries, stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me.
Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me.
Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me.
Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me.

Kiss it all better, I'm not ready to go. It's not your fault, love, you didn't know, you didn't know.

(Kiss it all better.)
Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me.
Stay with me until i fall asleep, stay with me.
(Kiss it all better.)
Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me.
Stay with me until i fall asleep, stay with me.

That song had no meaning to me.

I just couldn't exactly relate.

I didn't have a "lover", as is mentioned repeatedly in the song. My "lover" didn't die.

I looked up at Beyond to see what he thought.

I didn't notice, that throughout the song, he fell asleep on my shoulder -again.

Really, this group wasn't near as boring as Goals Group. He didn't need to fall asleep to get through it.

Maybe he didn't like the song?

On the other hand, where were Corey and Gra- Not Corey and Grace. Some demonic creature that urges me to kill one minute, then comforts me and give me advice the next.

In my thoughts, I didn't notice the group going around the circle. That seems to happen to me quite a lot.

"The song really relates to me," One patient began. I recognized him as an older man, who I think has been here quite a while. "I came here after killing the dude who killed my girlfriend." He used very modern, slang terms, which I found strange for a forty year old man.

The circle went around, a few of the patients relating somewhat to it. Many of them didn't, which made me feel better about not being able to.

"Ever, what about you?"

"Um... I couldn't find any strong meaning in it. At all. It meant virtually nothing to me. It's still a great song, and has good emotion, but I can't relate." I blushed at the end. I felt that I had implied that I hated the song, which I didn't. I tried to cover it up, but I personally think I failed miserably.

"Beyond?"

Beyond's eyes snapped open at the sound of his name. "Yes?" His head was still leaning against my shoulder.

"Did the song relate to you?"

"Not really. What I did hear didn't catch my attention." He was blunt, straight to the point.

"Okay..." Miss Ashleigh turned to look at the clock. "Oh, goodness! It's time to leave. See you guys in the next few days!" She smiled and turned and walked out of the room, her guitar in her hand.

I wondered why she brought her guitar if she didn't even use it...

Beyond came up behind me and whispered in my ear. "Lunchtime."

Goosebumps trailed over my skin at the soft feeling of his breath against my skin.

"O-Okay."