I have decided to write a full length Harry Potter story since I'm already doing an AATC one. It would be great if you'd read both. There are so many new authors but I have more experience. Trying to become a famous author in the AATC archive. But it's all about the writing, right? Hehe, see what I did? Huh?

Okay...

Sorry.

Words are more than speech; they're feelings

And new secrets that begin revealing

It was only one word that broke us

And only three words could mend us

Chorus: If I bend your heart and you do as well

May we be running away to hell

Don't you know that I love you so

Run away before you take my heart away

2nd Verse: Fights in the freezing snow

Love that ain't easy to understand at all

Why won't you let me know

Let me know

What I should've known

Should've known

Chorus×2

Sobs echoed throughout the whole Miller house. Wherever in the mansion you were, the sound of disappointed cries from a certain heartbroken Chipette were heard. Long and sad. It had started a few hours after lunchtime and was still continuing after 9 pm.

Down in the living room, Eleanor was sitting with her paws in her lap on the leather sofa that Dave Seville had given them. She glanced over at her bespectacled sister, Jeanette, and cleared her throat. Jeanette looked idly up from her 500 page novel and raised an eyebrow.

"She's been up there for hours," Eleanor exaggerated the word 'hours'.

"The best thing to do is to let her relieve herself, " Jeanette mumbled, engaged in her book. "Why?"

"Shouldn't we ask why she's crying?" Eleanor asked.

Jeanette shrugged. She wasn't the easiest person to confide in, considering her social skills were lacking. Eleanor groaned lightly, hefted herself onto her feet and made her way to the devastated Chipette's room.

She knocked on the closed door. Twice. Thrice. "Brittany! Come on; open up. I want to... to make sure you're okay."

Nobody answered her. Just a little more crying.

"Brittany?"

More crying and the sound of a pencil scratching across paper.

"Britt... I know that you're feeling some pressure at the moment but you should know that noone can help you if you don't explain what's going on. I want you to know that I am here for you. So is Jeanette and Miss Miller and of course, Alvin. You know he's gonna assist you in whatever way he can." As she spoke, she didn't notice the crying ceasing. "I understand that it's tough to discuss your problems. But remember, I'm a pretty helpful person. I'm able to help."

Eleanor waited a few minutes and knocked again.

Nothing. Not a sound.

"Brittany, I am coming in!" She growled, swinging the door open. Her furious expression quickly changed to horrified shock. "Jeanette!"

She didn't call for their adoptive guardian because the old woman wasn't home. The only other person was Jeanette. The purple clad rushed up the stairs, into the room and gasped sharply at the sight before them.

Their elder sister was on the floor, knife cuts along her arm and then her legs and throat. She had a scary pool of blood around her, staining her clothes, face, hair and smooth fur. In one paw was a double bladed knife and in the other was a note tied with a red and yellow ribbon.

"Oh my god..." Jeanette whimpered, shielding her eyes with her right paw.

Eleanor let out a shudder of terror filled sadness, glanced over at her dumbstruck sister and bit her lip, looking back at their pink-clad sister.

"There's a note..." Eleanor pointed out, solemnly.

Jeanette sniffed, wiping her eyes with her lavender sleeve. "Y-Y-You re-read it."

The chubby little Chipette reached down to her sister, pulled the note out of her stiffening paw and displayed it to Jeanette. She untied the red and yellow ribbon and smoothed out the creases in the paper. With one breath, she began to read the note.

'Sorry, but I'm not able to live on this Earth anymore. A horribel thing has hapenned and I can't live with it any longer. Miss Miller, I am sorry for lying to you about going to that cheer party. Rachel, I wish you all the best with your new brother... must be cool. I don't know what it is like to have brothers. Simon, the studying did help. Thank you. Theodore, please ask out Ellie. She really wants to be with you. Jeanette and Eleanor... if you want to know who caused me to take my life... look at my clues. Love you all, Brittany'

Jeanette shrieked, clapping her paws over her mouth. "Why?"

Eleanor tried her hardest not to cry, coiling the red and yellow ribbon around her finger. "W-well, she says to look for the clues."

As they read the note again, Jeanette restrained herself from pointing out spelling mistakes. After reading the note six times, they realized who'd brought her to this.

I enjoyed writing this one-shot. I cried a bit but I wrote it. Do you want to see more tragedy/horror from me? Say so in my poll!

This song was written just two days ago. I just had a spark of inspiration randomly and wrote it up.

But anyway, thanks. R&R.