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I was so angry. I hated myself. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to cry but I didn't want my father to find out that I was upset. He'd mangle me and that was the last thing I needed after Tailyr's physical and emotional mauling.

"I wish I was dead," I mumbled into my sheets. My fists clenched around the fabric. "I wish that the host club never went to America. I wish I never met Karsyn or any one there. If there's a god in heaven, he'll let me take it all back."

"You know, he really hates it when people say that," came a voice I couldn't recognize. I jerked up out of bed, my heart pumping in my ears. There was a boy, who couldn't be much older than I was. He was American obviously. He had curly brown black hair and dark brown eyes. He was probably about my height, though I was sure since he was sitting in my window seat, like he'd been there the whole time.

"Wh-What?" I gasped. I suddenly had no speaking ability. All of that went out the window.

"God. He hates it when people are like 'If there's a God in heaven he'll...' you fill in the blank," he said casually, rising to his feet. "I don't blame him but it happens I guess."

"Who are you?" I demanded. "How'd you get into my room?" No one was to enter and there was no way that the maids would have just let him in, especially if they didn't know who he was.

He stood, casual, relaxed, like he was afraid that I would call a police force to come and arrest him. "Name's Skylar and, as dumb as this is going to sound, I'm an angel. I'm here to temporarily grant you wish."

"I-" I cut short, his words suddenly hitting me. "You're what?"

"I'm an angel, here to temporarily grant your wish," he repeated. "Just like in some story or something. I'm going to let you see what your life would be if you hadn't gone to America. If you like that ending, you get to keep it."

"That's the craziest thing I've ever-"

"Okay, here we go!" Skylar said, interrupting me. He snapped his fingers and it was like a whirlwind started up. It pulled at my clothes and whipped my hair around. I grabbed my glasses and closed my eyes, wishing for it to stop. Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over.

I cautiously opened my eyes. I wasn't sure at first where I was but I quickly realized that it was a prison. Not just any prison, maximum security – and by the voices I guessed that it was a prison for women.

"Where are we?" I demanded. "What's going on? Who could we possibly be here to see?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Skylar asked, sounding slightly surprised. "Tailyr, of course. I told you, I'm granting your wish. This is what would happen if the host club never went to America, now focus. It's about to start."

He was acting like this was a movie. A few guards came up to the door in front of us. They didn't even look our way, which was logical because as I was beginning to figure out we weren't actually there.

"Alright Mitchell," the biggest of the guards said, tapping his knuckles against the solid metal door. "Time for recess. Why don't you behave yourself and come up to the door?"

"Piss off," came Tailyr's strangled voice. It was hallow and full of hate. Not like the voice I was used to. Yeah, some times she could be really mean and hateful but this wasn't the same. There wasn't any trace of the girl I knew. There was no energy that usually went along with it. It was all flat.

The guard sighed, shaking his head a little. "C'mon kid. You get one hour every day. Like it or not. So either you're going to come out, or, I'm dragging you out. Again."

"Then you better limber up, Marcus," she shot at him. That was such a Tailyr response.

Marcus nodded to the other officers and they flung the door open. Marcus was the first one in. There were grunts and yells and I heard things slamming around. I wanted so badly to move to see what was going on but my feet were rooted to the spot. I couldn't see Tailyr fighting against three full grown men, at least physically but in my head it made sense.

Finally, the guards pulled her out. She had a fat lip, her nose was bleeding and she was panting heavily. Tailyr's hair was wild and she had a feral look in her eyes. It hurt to see. She was like a wild animal, trapped in cage.

"Without the support and help of the Host Club, she couldn't save her club. The night of the meeting when she went home and got arrested."

"But there's no way those charges could've held up in court! It's not possible," I objected insistently.

"Yes. You know that. You also know that the only reason she never went to trail is because you bought her out. You weren't there to do that. She couldn't afford a lawyer so she got a public defender. That didn't work. The man couldn't remember her name. She got six months."

"But-"

Skylar again, interrupted me. "But, right after, her family got a hold of her. She wasn't taken in by Marx's family. Well, one thing led to another and you know how Tailyr is. She'll do whatever it takes to keep people around her safe. This time, it meant brutally beating a man to death. She has life with a chance of parole when she's thirty five, at least, that's how it was before she kept getting in trouble. She'll be lucky to even be considered by the parole board at ninety – five."

"But she's not an adult yet."

"She was tried as an adult. That's how it is here, especially with the seriousness of the crime. She'll never get out of this place, Kyoya," he said bluntly. "Because here, she's like a caged animal. A wild untamed wolf. She'll lash out the moment she feels cornered and that's everyday. She attacks anyone and everyone."

"But-"

"Next!"

Another snap, another whirlwind of sickening proportions. Again, I was disoriented on the landing. I almost sort of recognized where we were, instantly. It was Marx's basement, what would've been transformed into Tailyr's room if she wasn't in prison. It wasn't like it used to be either. It reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. There were bottles all over the room and the only light was the faint, eerie glow coming from the TV. Marx was passed out on the couch.

"What's this?" I scoffed, disbelieving. Marx, at least the one I knew, wasn't an alcoholic or a smoker. Sure, he and Tailyr joked about and probably drank recreationally but not to this extent. It wasn't a problem but this was. Marx was an alcoholic.

"Well, you see, Tailyr staying with the Vowel's did something more than just keep her off the streets and out of prison. It also saved Maria and Mike's marriage," the angel explained, staring at the sleeping form of my friend. "But, that didn't happen and they split. It was a messy divorce and it left Marx very broken and confused. He started drinking and partying since he didn't have the club to occupy him. Now, he's a raging alcoholic and a chain smoker. He's been suspended three times and neither of his parents have time to care."

Marx shifted around on the couch and sat up. He looked rough. His hair wasn't cut, his face not shaved. He his eyes, though barely opened, were lifeless and hollow. He grabbed the bottle sitting up right and chugged some of it down. He gave an angry grunt and chucked the bottle clean across the room, shattering it on the far wall. He stood, swaying back and forth as he did so. It wasn't even noon and he woke up still tipsy.

His phone rang. "H'llo?" He ran his fingers through his wild hair. "'Ell ya I'm ready to party! I be thur. Yo! Tailyr! Karsyn! let's go party!"

He stumbled around in search for clothes and then he tripped up the stairs and left.

"Poor drunk fool doesn't even realize they'll never answer him." Skylar said shaking his head.

"But," it didn't make sense in my head. "What about Karsyn? She's got to be fine! She's fine no matter what! She's strong!"

Skylar glared at me but looked away after a moment. "We have another stop to make before we get to her," he said. "It's time for Lily."

The next thing I knew we were in the choir room. Lily was scolding younger students to tears. She was never this mean. Yeah. She scolded but not this badly. She still had compassion.

"There's a lot of pinned up rage. All her friends checked out and she takes it out on others," he said. "We won't stay long here. I'm sure your anxious about Karsyn."

"Please. Take me to her," I begged. I was desperately hoping that she was okay but in the pit of my stomach, I knew she wasn't.

"Just ..." For once, Skylar hesitated. That scared me. "Brace yourself Kyoya."

The snap. The wind. The spinning. The end. We were standing in a gassy field, littered with shaped and polished rocks. The one at my feet...

I hit my knees, sobbing. This couldn't have happened. How could it have come to this? Anyone else but her.

"No," I sobbed out, digging my nails into the dirt, willing my eyes to unsee what I was staring at. "Why?"

Skylar took a knee next to me. "Because she went into a spiraling depression. She lost her club. She lost everything it seemed. One friend to drugs. One to just life itself. She felt like she had no control. No salvation. Nothing was alright. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and she got out the best way she knew how."

"But, Karsyn was... she had so much to give..."

"And that's part of the problem. She gave too much and it was wasted. She was much more fragile than she put off because she had you and everyone to lean on. To support her. She didn't have that anymore and she couldn't handle it."

I sobbed. "No that's not Karsyn. The Karsyn I know was firmly against suicide and would never kill herself no matter how horrible the situation."

"Yes, the Karsyn you knew would never. But look at her situation Kyoya. When Tailyr went to jail she tried to save her, when Marx went to drugs and alcohol she tried to save him, when Lily gave up hope she tried to save her. Eventually, when you try and save everybody else, you don't realize you need to save yourself until it's too late. Sad really … She would have made a good angel."

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking up at him. Skylar blinked at me, like I was missing something totally obvious. "What ... Are you saying that ... she didn't become an angel?" I choked on the words and sounded like a frightened little kid. That was how I felt. I was totally helpless. I'd never felt like this in my entire life.

"Um. Yeah," he said, no longer full of arrogance and confidence. "Suicide kind of rules out the chance of wings. It happens."

I couldn't even retaliate. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I looked back at the headstone in front of me. My heart wanted to stop beating. This couldn't really be happening. Not Karsyn … Anyone but her … Anyone but HER. I felt like throwing up all of a sudden.

"Do they even know she's...she's ..." I couldn't bring myself to say the last word. It was caught right in my throat.

"Dead?" That was harsh. He said it with the flattest, most unemotional tone that I'd ever heard. My father would be jealous of it. "Yeah they know. Tailyr wasn't allowed attend for obvious reasons, Marx drunk himself stupid that day and missed the funeral. He cries about his lost friends at night. And Lily, she did show up but without her friends she became mean and spiteful. She didn't even look at anyone at the funeral."

This couldn't be happening …

"Is this the reality you're prepared to live with Kyoya Ootori?"

"No." I squeezed my eyes shut. This had to be a nightmare.

"Is this the way you want to leave the girl you love and the people you care about? Is this what you want to happen to them?"

"NO!" I cried louder, my nails digging even deeper into the grass.

Skylar grabbed me by the shirt and lifted me from the ground. "THEN STOP YOUR SNIVILING AND MAN UP!" he screamed.

Snap.

I jolted out of bed, gasping for air. My head was spinning and swirling and nothing was really making sense all of a sudden. I thought I was going to be sick, my stomach flip flopping. My cell phone started ringing. I scrambled to answer it, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"H-Hello?" I choked, breathlessly.

"Kyoya," It was Tamaki. "We're going to try and cheer Tailyr up! You must come quickly."

"What?" I asked, looking around, trying to find my glasses. I was shaking and felt frantic, trying to figure out what just happened.

"You know that she's been depressed since Marx-sempai and Karsyn left so I thought we could take her out to do something fun. Try to cheer her up."

Things were clicking in my mind. Was everything that I just saw just a dream? Had my mind made it all up? There was a snap and I looked over at my window seat. There was Skylar, grinning like an idiot. He gave me a thumbs up and snapped his fingers again, disappearing. My mind started spinning again and I wanted to freak out verbally, start screaming at the angel, demanding answers.

"Kyoya?" Tamaki said slowly. "Is something wrong?"

"No. Of course not you idiot. Okay. Let's cheer her up. Whatever."

Even if I wasn't happy with how things were currently, that didn't mean it was going to stay that way. And, at least she was still alive. As long as she was just alive.

Well, it was kind of a happy ending. I got the idea from another Ouran High Host Club fanfiction called It's a Wonderfully Splendid Magnificent Life – or something like that. You'll see that they're related so, I don't take totally credit for the idea. I attribute the idea for the story to the writer of that.

Anyway, I must have rewrote this four or five times to get it to where Karson27 and I found it satisfactory but I wrote it like forever ago. I hope everyone enjoys. PLEASE REVIEW!

(This is a totally bonus chapter and has nothing to do with the main story line of the fanfiction Payback)