Told ya guys i'd put up another chapter. and, gosh, compared to my other chapters lately, this is a chapter. any ways... enjoy!

Francine smiled at her reflection. Oh, she looked so pretty in red. Why hadn't she worn these colors more often? They really did suit her. However… she hoped she wouldn't have wear this particular outfit of red again. This would be her first and last hopefully. She had worn this shade of red before, put after the initial shock, she had always covered it up, and quickly too.

She smiled as the liquid finally reached her fingertips. She slowly sat down, it was time to wait. Soon, she hoped, she could join her friends, but now she just needed to wait. Her cousin was probably going to call her down in a few hours, wondering why she hadn't gone with him again, but now she just had to wait.

Her parents were used to this behavior from her now, and probably would let it continue as long as possible. They would just pretend nothing was wrong. A while ago, she had had friends who would have dragged her out of this room, cheered her up, but they weren't here right now.

She debated going downstairs, moving, maybe the millionth time she had done so, but she quietly reminded herself of what she was wearing. If her parents saw, this they would stop.

She lay down again. Had it only been minutes ago that she had donned this dress of red? It seemed forever ago.

Francine touched her hand to her jeans, if this was how she would die, she might as well fully don this fate.

Francine rubbed her bloody hand around her jeans, staining them a red, a different shade then the red that stained her hands, but the same base.

Overcome by a silly want, she brought her hand to her mouth, and sucked some of the blood off of her hand. She might as well of tasted it at least once in her life. Oh, sweet, sweet life, how short hers would be. Francine chuckled at herself; she was acting as if this wasn't her idea. As if she didn't want to end it. A small, struggling part of her pushed itself up, no, you don't want this! A scream in the darkness. The voice was hastily pushed back down, before it could plant its seeds of doubt. Still, it seemed to have planted just one seed in the back of her mind. Just one seed. One seed that could turn into an oak tree if she let it. Francine sighed, then reminded herself why she was doing this. This might take a while. Maybe she should have chosen a faster method.

Antonio stared blankly off in the distance, his hand moving without his permission to create something on the paper in front of him. He was sitting at his desk in his apartment, as dirty as the place was. When another person sat down in front of him, he wasn't surprised.

"This is your fault." His voice was blank, accusing.

"I got what I wanted, yes?" an unspoken sentence hung off of his question. If you hadn't run from me, if you hadn't made my life a living hell for so long, they would still be alive.

Antonio's head dropped onto the table, on top of the drawing of a tomato, on that was being held by a familiar hand. Well, his name wasn't Antonio, not in this situation. In this conversation his name was Alejandro.

"What do you want?" why have you randomly appeared in my apartment after killing HER?

"Father and Mother have missed you."

"Then why haven't I heard from them?" why didn't they search for me?

"Maybe you need to call them first" maybe you should send them a number. Just a number.

"Who are you to tell me that? Last time I was home, you couldn't even talk to them without breaking something" last time I saw them, you ended up threatening me, and forcing me to run away.

"Last time you were home, you were the perfect one. This time it's different" this time I'm the perfect one.

"Last time I was saw them, I dint know fathers 'business'" I didn't know he killed people for a living.

"Last time you were home I didn't know as well." I just randomly exploded in your face.

"last time I was there, one of my immediate family members hadn't just killed the girl I liked, loved, in front of my eyes. "

"Touché"

"You should leave." Get the hell out before I kill you with my bare hands.

"I'll be back" and I'll force you to come next time.

"I'll be expecting you" I'll be waiting for you with a machine gun, ready to kill the person who murdered the girl I loved, as well as other people I cared about.

Antonio just smirked at him, then left. Alejandro wiped a few tears from his eyes, and then resumed his staring and drawing.

Arthur ran outside, his eyes burning from the cold air. He should stop by Francine's, he really should, but he could do that later. She was probably staring at the wall again. He could visit her after this; he wasn't even sure how long she would be at the spot he was hoping to catch her at. The spot, he thought, chuckling silently to himself. Is that what we are calling graveyards now days? he smiled to himself briefly, before continuing to run.

Kiku smiled to himself. Today they were all taking the day off, just a quick break. Lovina and Felicia were going to go watch their parents for a while, then splitting up and peaking in on Antonio and Ludwig. Madeline was going to go watch Gilbert (okay, he just figured out how creepy that sounded), and Amelia was going to visit their graves. He was kind of worried about Amelia. Most wouldn't want to visit their own graves. However, Kiku tossed that out of his mind quickly, anticipating the visit ahead. He was going to go see Francine.

He missed her. Allot. At least he knew she was still alive. He sighed, and then turned. He had reached Francine's house. He walked through the door, and then went upstairs. He stopped at the door he knew to be Francine's, then slowly walked through it. He glanced around the room, before his eyes lit upon the body of Francine. Her eyes were staring ahead, not taking in anything. Her arms, her legs, her entire body was covered in blood, and Kiku could clearly see that the blood had come from her arms, because there were cuts there, jagged cuts, cutting across her upper arms.

He gasped. No! NO! this is not happening! Kiku rushed over to Francine's body, touched his hand to where her heart should beat. He held his breath, before realizing there was faint beat from the taxed muscle. A tear ran over his face. He shook her, then looked around, THERE! He spied the bathroom door. He rushed in, looking for the medicine cabinet. He quickly found it, he was quite familiar with it actually, and grasped through the door to it, before touching what he presumed to be bandages. He grabbed them, pulled them out, rushed back to Francine's body.

He knelt by her, and reached into the box, grabbed a bandage, pulled it out. He was about to grab her first arm to force the bandage onto her, when her head lifted. A single word from her mouth froze Kiku in his place.

"Kiku?"

yeah, so! chapter recap! Francine trys to commit suicide (i enjoyed writing that scene way to much), Antonio and Antondro enjoyed a lovely family moment (phh...), Arthur is going to met someone at the graveyard (that isn't weird at all), Lovina, Felicia, and Madeline are people watching, and Kiku just realized Francine is trying to commit suicide. REVIEW~