A/n: Okay, Okay I suppose I deserved only one review last time. It had been soooo long. But I am updating this maddd soon, so I expect reviews.

And oh my god, Thank you so much glambert! They literally took my half joke and counted how many times I said fuck, as well as giving me a fucking amazing review that made me smile sooo much. A lot of you guys could learn a thing or two!

(The present of the story once more)

Mimi backs away slowly

That's the only answer she needs

Your eyes, your eyes….

She looks shocked and terrified and hurt and lost and utterly broken, though the right to feel so wasn't entirely hers. And she backs off and stutters a bit and tries to make a some fucking sense of this.

But she doesn't and can't and It can't and it's been fucked, always fucked. Since the beginning., since before the beginning. Utterly fucked. And she runs her fingers through her hair and looks about and pulls her lips in and makes a face as if she is about to burst into tears. She shakes her head a few times, her fists now firmly holding hair at the back of her scalp, before turning her neck, head following suit, to the ground and closing her elbows in around her face. She resurfaces moments later, shaking her head and gritting her teeth and just… just.. Just.. Breathing. Breathing and breaking in an odd, uneven, well kept way. She didn't know how to break. She never had before. usually she screamed. She screamed and got pissed and raged and was fire.

Now she was cold.

She gave him a .. a look.

"Fuck you"indifferently and coldly and just….the end.

He doesn't reply

She shakes her head and exits, closing the door behind her

And everyone turns and looks to him, Angel torn between going to her best friend and remaining where she is.

BAM

His foot makes contact with the table

Thump

He stands up, and begins to smash things, punch things, kick things, break things

And you'd think after breaking so many times, he'd be more graceful at it. Didn't one always say something about beauty in the break down? Any type of tragedy or melt down or broken fucking person or break down held a certain degree of tragic beauty? Always?

They lied.

His hand makes holes in the walls, glass things are shattered and thrown about, furniture upturned

And yet, no one rises to stop him

They would have, they really would have….

If it made any fucking sense

If he was swearing or crying or screaming or his face was contorted and hurt and …angry.

If there was rage and rightful emotion present

But non was

His face remained cold and hard and blank and emotionless.

So. Fucking. Ridiculous.

And he punched one last hole and threw one last object to shatter, before dropping to his knees, and shifting to sit, and curl up into and upright fetal position, and hide his head in his arms. Angel leaves then, gesturing toward the door and indicating her intents of going to see Mimi to the others, before exiting, leaving the door open behind her.

"It's… it's my fault" Everyone jumps at the eerie disturbance, and turn to Roger, who remains in the same position as before, talking into his knees

"Its my fucking fault"

Another finally decides, builds the courage rather, to speak. The fact that said individual was Collins didn't surprise any being present in the least.

" Roger …. What.…?"

He just gave Collins a look

That look

"I raped him. I raped him and forced him and he took advantage of me and I used him and he used me and he's fucked up and I'm fucked up. And he cuts himself and I used to and I hurt him and all his scars are from me and I finally remember when he never got a chance to forget. He was never fortunate enough. And he's an alcoholic and a street whore and he tried to drink it away and I tried to shoot up enough to chase it away. Because he's In love with me, and He died ages ago. He died inside and partially on the out and he just.. Died. And I let him. And actually, not only did I let him, but I did it. I did. We are both so fucked up, we can barely even function. And you know. Ha, guess fucking what? It was me. I murdered him. My best friend .. My.. My everything… MARK. and, and you wanna know the funniest part ? The funniest fucking part. The real knee slapper Collins, wait till you hear this. It's great. Really it Is " He laughs hysterically for a few moments " we were running, afraid of the same thing… ha… the same FUCKING THING…. All that time…. All it woulda taken would have been an extra second or two. Spared fucking…. Everything... THE SAME THING...HAHAHHAHA oh god it's just too rich I can't even… and now.. Now it doesn't even matter a fuck. 's too late now"

" …. Why?"

"Because It's always been too late"