Title: Hurts
Rating: T+
Couple: Shizuo X Izaya / AU / Inspired By Hurts - Unspoken
Prompt: Unspoken
Words: 939

I Do Not Own Durarara!

He stared down at the city below him, watching as the cars rolled by. It was the nighttime rush hour, and the absolute perfect time to end all of this. He would go, he would die in front of the humans he hated so much. That would be the perfect ending befitting a person such as himself.

Many people before had jumped from the same exact building, there was a large red stain at the bottom to prove that. He would just be another person in the newspaper, if he was lucky. Maybe he wouldn't even get a little article about how he died. But he didn't care. It was just how the world was.

He cautiously crawled under the railings, his small lean body slipping easily. His arms held onto the metal bars behind him, he feet settled into the concrete pavement below them. He leaned forward slowly, looking down once more at the passing cars.

He wondered where he should jump. Maybe on top of one of the passing cars, or maybe in front of one of the trucks, or he just might fall on that red stain below. He laughed sadly to himself as he listened to what he was thinking. But he soon realized it didn't matter. He wouldn't be here long enough to care.

A foot swept out into clear air, but not before his life flashed before his pained eyes.

He had never been an average child. His parents were never home, leaving him to take care of his two little twin sisters. They couldn't fend for themselves, and his parents cared too little to actually hire someone who knew what to do. Maybe that was why he was so girly, now. Because he used to cook, clean, watch two children like a mother would.

The problem only got worse the older he got. In elementary school he still had to take care of the two little girls which made all the boys make fun of him. They never invited him to play in their games. They called him "Momma Boy." Though they had no reason for him having to take care of the infants. His teachers always asked him if they could help out, making sure he knew that they thought he was useless and couldn't fend for himself or his sisters. The little girls would never play with him either. They never wanted a motherly father in any of their little games of "house."

In middle school things didn't straighten out. By then his sisters were already starting their first years of school, so now he had to get them ready and himself. Plus that was when he started to uncover his sexuality. The other guys his age would run off and crush on all the girls. He, on the other hand, like the exact opposite.

One boy he had told about this, and he even told him he had a small crush on him. The boy had said he was an abomination and had run off to tell all his friends. Who in turn told all their friends. By the end of the day everyone knew about what had happened.

High school killed him. He was still in high school, really. Since many of the middle schools mixed together to form the high school he attended, pretty much everyone in the city knew about him. He would show up for school practically everyday and the two lockers he had would be littered with spray painted or written words. Things like "faggot", "diseased", or "disgusting homo" would be sprawled across.

And the teachers just sat by and watched. It even seemed like they encouraged the other students' behavior. He hated people who just sat by and watched, doing nothing to save people from pain and misery.

Then everything just got even more complicated. He fell in love with the school's most sought after male student, even though the guy hated being doted on. He would watch from afar, he never let anyone know of his feelings for the boy, but one girl caught on and ended up telling everyone in the school. Including his crush.

And the man had never looked him in the eye again after he found out.

Izaya shook his head as he pulled himself out of his memories. He hated going there, it always brought back painful times. Besides, it would all be over soon anyways. Two faces flashed before him once more as he thought his little sisters.

He loved them, and never blamed them for what went from in his life. Those two were really the only reason he didn't want to do this, but he had made sure they would be taken care of after he was gone. Made absolute sure.

So now he wasn't leaving anything behind.

His foot pulled back onto the side of the building, and his hands let go of the metal behind his body. Once more he stepped forward, closing his eyes as he fell, listening to the wind in his ears.

He was gone, the world around him a void of nothing. . .

This is in memory to anybody who has ever committed suicide, not only for bullying, any type of bulling, but also for all the pain they had to endure in their life.

I am deeply saddened to say that the world around us can be extremely cruel, no matter how people try to change it.

I am sorry if this seems choppy at all. I had a better copy written but my computer messed up and decided not to save it, so I had to rewrite it. Though I am happy this turned out maybe not as good as the other, but good enough. Thank you to anyone and everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and alerted this. It really makes me happy.

The next chapter will be an accompaniment to this.