So, first off I would like to thank everyone who faved/alerted this story or added my to their author alerts. As well as a HUGE thank you to everyone who reviewed, it really means alot, and helps me improve my writing skills.

Second, I would like to apologize for not updating, as several things happened since the last chapter. I feel the need to share because in a way, it relates to this story. I am already crying typing this up, so I hope you understand that chapter updates may be less frequent because of these as well as school. Okay, so here it goes.
At around 9am my cousin Kyle's friend got a text from Kyle saying that he was sorry for what he was about to do, and to tell his parents he loved them. He told him he was sorry he didn't write a suicide note. Kyle's friend freaked out and tried to contact him, but Kyle wasn't answering. So he did the next best thing and called my Aunt and Uncle on the way to Kyle's house. When he got there the door was unlocked and Kyle's car was in the driveway. He went in and found Kyle barely awake in the bathroom. He had taken a ton of sleeping pills and slit his wrists. Kyle managed to regester that his friend was there, who tried his best to keep Kyle awake. Kyle kept mumbling that he was sorry, and realized he didn't want to die. My aunt and uncle got there shortly before the paramedics did, right before Kyle fell unconscious. He was taken to the hospital, and was pronounced DOA at 9:34am. They tried to bring him back, but it was hopeless. He killed himself because he felt that no one cared anymore. Another reason was because apparently some other teens were bullying him for being bisexual. Kyle was one of my best friends in the whole world. I told him more than any of my friends or other family members. He knew all my goals, dreams, and fears. He knew what things I liked, and what I liked to do for fun, and accepted them. He didn't ever make fun of me or pester me. He shared the same with me in return. I was one of the first people he told he was bisexual. But he felt like no one cared about him, and because of that and some stupid teens I lost someone very dear to me. So please, please, please remember that suicide is never the right choice. You are important, and loved by someone. Always. You're never alone. I know I said I am writing this story for my friend, but I have cut before, I have been bullimic, but thanks to some friends I realized what I was doing. No one did that for Kyle, because no one knew. Please, if you feel unloved, or that no one cares, just talk to someone. I know it's hard, I know it is, but talking made things so much better for me, and it is helping my friend too. She has only cut once since she started talking to a counseller.

So, here is the next chapter. I was finally able to write this without bursting into tears, so I should be able to get more chapters up soon. Please enjoy the next chapter of 'Bullet'.

I'm twenty stories up, yea up at the top
I've polished off this bottle now it's pushin' me off
Asphalt to me has never looked so soft
I bet my momma found my letter now she's calling the cops

Lovino gave a yawn as he slipped down the stairs, he could already hear his brother babbling away to Nonno in the kitchen. He quietly took his place at the table, regarding his Nonno with a curt nod. The table was silent for a moment as they served themselves. Feliciano must have made dinner, Lovino decided, as it was a meal of manicotti and cesaer salad. He heaped foor onto his plate and began to shovel the salad into his mouth. He could feel his Nonno's eyes burning into his head as he ate. Great, that ment that he was going to try and start a conversation. Sure enough, Nonno cleared his throat. "So, how was your day at school guys?" He asked, Italian accent dripping from every word while he wore a far to cheerful grin on his face. "Good." Lovino said curtly, between mouthfuls of pasta and salad. Nonno sighed and turned to Feliciano, who instantly began to chatter on and on about his school day, his classes, and friends he had made. Lovino didn't really listen until he heard something that interested him, Feliciano had joined the track team. He blinked and looked up at his brother. By the sounds of things, Feiciano had done something to piss off some British kid in the grade above them, apparently the student aid for his class, and the boy had chased him around the track. Feliciano had gone top speed around the track several times and the PE teacher, who if he gathered correctly from Feliciano's all over the map stor was Ludwig's dad, had marvelled at his speed and requested he joined the track team. Lovino sighed, he was just as fast, if not more, as his brother and could always beat him in races. He could join the track team if he wanted to, but that would mean getting close to people, as well as wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Suddenly he was aware that his Nonno had said something. He blinked twice and Roma sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I said, why don't you join track Lovino? You're good at running too." Lovino shook his head and just continued to shovel food into his mouth. Roma sighed and placed his fork down, giving Lovino a disapproving stare. "Honestly Lovino, could you atleast try to be like your brother? All you do is go to school, hide up in your room, eat, then go back to your room. You're going to get fat, and it's no wonder no one wants to be your friend." Lovino slammed down his fork and pushed back from the table quickly, chair topling to the ground with a clatter that made Feliciano flinch. Roma sighed, and only watched as his grandson stomped up the stairs.

Lovino grabbed the black box from his room before he went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. He flicked on the shower and fished the small, black box from his hoodie pocket, and placing it on the shelf in he shower. He then procided to flip the lid on the toliet up, and hunching over it. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed his fingers down his throat until he gagged and threw up the just consumed dinner. Lovino remained hunched over the toliet for a moment, trembling, before slowly standing up and wiping the corner of his mouth and stripping off his clothes. He sighed and unwrapped the gauze from his arm, rolling it in toliet paper and throwing it away, before climbing into the shower. He grabbed the small box and flicked it open. With a shakey hand he pulled one of the tiny blades from within it, before restoring the box back the the shelf. He let his breath come in shakey gasps, before sliding down to sit in the shower, sobs quietly tearing their way from his lips. He stayed that way for a few minutes, water pounding down on his head, before he brought the blade to his arm.

One, two, three.

He began cutting away at his left arm.

Four, five, six.

He watched blood bubble up from the slits, sliding down his arms, mixing with the water in trails of red liquid.

Seven, eight, nine.

He gave one last shakey gasp, before breathing normal again. Lovino watched the blood drip from his finger tips, hiding the floor of the bath tub before being washed away by the shower water. He held the blade under the water, before tossing it in the box and burying his face in his blood covered arms. Failure, that's all you are. A familar voice in the back of his mind piped up. "I know..." He whispered hoarsely. "I know..." He sat there for a few more minutes, before Lovino finally found the strength to stand. I bet you couldn't even kill yourself you big failure. FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE. Lovino shook his head. "I know!" He protested softly, washing his arms and remaining under the warm water until the bleeding stopped. Then just do it already, you worthless shit. Just kill yourself. He wrapped himself in a fuzzy red towel, grabbing the roll of gauze and clip from the counter. "I will." He whispered, wrapping his arm and pulling on his hoodie. "I will..." He pulled on sweat pants and rubbed the towel over his hair in an attempt to dry it, before tossing the towel in the bin. He took a deep breath and unlocked the bathroom door, heading into his room.

Once in the safety of his room, Lovino changed into a simply long sleeved top and fresh sweats for bed. He placed the box back in his hiding spot and looked at the clock. It was only 8:04. He huffed and opened his laptop, pulling up a facebook tab. Instantly he was greeted by several friend notifications. He blinked in confusion, this was a new developement, who would want to be friends with him? He clicked on it. The first was from Matthew, then Gilbert, then Francis, then those friends of Feliciano, Kiku and Ludwig. He added them, although he was a little reluctant to adde Francis, Gilbert, and Ludwig, but saw they already added his brother. Lovino decided it best to keep an eye on them for the time being. He scrolled around and was just about to log off in favour of tumblr, when anopther friend notification popped up. This time it was from a certain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. He stared at it for a few minutes, hand hovering over the mouse. Somehow, he just knew getting close to this Antonio person could be a very dangerous thing. He was too touchy feely, too friendly. Heck, he hadn't even known Lovino, but had hugged him and given him a nickname. Lovino rubbed his temple and groaned slightly, before ignoring the friend request and logging off. He suddenly didn't feel like going on tumblr and turned off his laptop. Lovino yawned and crawled into his bed, glancing at the clock. 9:37, a decent enough time to go to sleep he supposed. He set his alarm and lay down under the covers, staring at the ceiling. As usual, even though he was tired, he found that sleep wasn't taking him over. He lay there, eyes wide open as he heard his Nonno begin getting ready for bed. His mind buzzed like an angry bee, whispering to him tiny, poisonious thoughts. Thoughts that had plagued him for ages. He closed his eyes and let tears stream down his face silently, the light outside flicking off as his grandfather went to bed. He gave a muffled cry and covered his ears. "I know. I know." He agreed with the nasty words, before slipping into a fitful sleep.

Die. Die. Die. Worthless. Fat. Ugly. Useless. Die. Die. Die. Unloved. Unwanted. Hated. Mean. Die. Die. Die.

Why don't you just die?