Hola people! I'm back, and more motivated than ever! I was actually up at 11 pm thinking what the next chapter would be like. I want to thank: ToboeDeidaraLover, Sagesther, thatxcoolxkid, kiwado-Chishio, and Bea for reviewing! Love ya! (No not like that! Or do I...? Hehehehe...jk jk!)

So...hope you enjoy this coffee-fueled chapter! (Not kidding about the coffee-fueled part! )

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I stopped at the foot of the stairs. Deidara needed help, and I was the only one around. I walked back and pushed open Deidara's door. It was unlocked, I knew it was.

I stepped inside and saw Deidara sitting on his bed, holding a little razorblade inches from his uninjured wrist. He quickly turned to look at the door and his face paled. His tear-filled azure eyes were wide with fright and surprise.

I rushed forward and gripped both his wrists tightly, preventing him from cutting his wrist. He looked at me through hate-filled eyes and struggled against my hands, trying to get the blade closer to his wrist.

"No! Deidara! Stop!"

He was stronger than me, I begged him to stop but he kept pushing. It was no use, my arms were getting tired now and I was going to have to give up any second now.

But I couldn't...

Deidara stopped. He dropped the little blade and then flung me down onto the floor. I landed with a thud. He jumped off the bed and looked at me, I looked back at him. He was no longer crying and looked furious.

"Deidara...what's making you do all of this?!" I said, standing up.

He scoffed. "I already told you. You didn't believe me. No one can help me...certainly not you, anyways, hm..."

With that said, he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut with such force that the mirror on the wall shook and fell to the floor where it shattered.

Deciding I'd clean it up later, I walked towards the door. I could hear loud crashes and angry yells coming from the hall. I opened the door and walked out into the hall.

"What the hell...?"

The hall mirror was completely shattered, bits of glass lay on the floor, scattered all around. I walked over to the mirror when it suddenly fell off the wall and crashed to the floor.

"Deidara?"

No one answered.

I walked around the house, looking for the blonde. I finally found him in the kitchen, running around, turning over pots and pans. The refrigerator door was thrown wide open and all of the cabinets were empty, their contents scattered on the counter and floor.

He was looking for something. And I knew what.

"You're not going to find it. I poured it all out," I said calmly.

I wasn't lying. I had poured out every last drop of alcohol in the house down the drain.

Deidara looked at me hatefully. "But...wh-I...I need it!"

I raised an eyebrow. "No you don't."

Deidara made a sound somewhere between a growl and a snarl and left the kitchen. I heard the living room door slam shut.

He was gone.

I sighed and got to work cleaning the kitchen.

One hour and ten boxes of macaroni and cheese later, I was done. I sat down in the living room couch, I was sooo tired...

"Haru?"

I looked around. Where was he?

"Haru!"

I sighed. Sure my son was not an easy person to live with but I still cared. He had been gone the whole night and I couldn't find him. I wasn't that worried to be honest, he had been gone longer.

I went around the house, looking for him. I was beginning to get a bad feeling about this...

Haru's Room, the sign said. He had made it and taped it to his door. It wasn't on the door. I raised an eyebrow and pushed open the door. Something was in its way, it wouldn't open easily.

I put my whole weight on the door and pushed. It opened and something bumped into the wall.

I stepped inside and felt something wet my bare feet. I looked down.

Blood.

What. The. Fuck?! Where did blood come from?? I closed the door, and screamed.

Haru was lying on the floor, unconscious or dead I didn't know. His jet-black hair messy and covering his closed eyes. His mouth was half open and there was blood on his lips. There was also...white powder around his nose...

His throat was slit, there was a little knife in his bloody hand.

I screamed and screamed until my throat felt raw, but not even that stopped me.

Slam!!

I awoke suddenly and fell off the couch. I landed on the floor with a thud. I was shaking and crying.

Haru. I missed him so much. He had gone a bit weird before he had killed himself...he was always so depressed and I always suspected he did drugs. But he was still my son.

And that's why I had to help Deidara.

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-Runs out of fuel towards the end- Not as good as the last one but...what did you guys think?? Now it turns out Midori has a story of her own to tell!! Ha Ha!! Well, R&R plz?? Thanks!!