Honestly, he wasn't surprised. How did he ever think that he would actually be welcomed here? What's funny was the constant reminders—which he was getting tired of. He got that he was useless and everything but for them to continually say it was tiring.

He wanted to leave, but he couldn't escape. It was terrible, he felt so useless. Uno and the other two would keep him from leaving and that wasn't good. He'd have to plan and make sure it would go smoothly. Disabling the alarms, cameras, making sure nothing would go wrong. It was difficult, especially with Hajime being on full alert.

He decided to just go to the roof and sleep there, not caring if Hajime would kill him and even he did, he'd be doing them all a favor anyways. He was a waste of space. The others didn't hesitate to point out how he's useless and can't doing anything other than lock picking. He grew up in prison all his life, what else would he learn other than escaping? He'd love for them to answer that, because no way in hell would he have learned how to swim, write, and whatnot during all these years in prison.

The night sky was lit up with stars that made beautiful constellations. Being there, on the roof with the wind in his face, helped him imagine freedom. Helped him feel like there was no worry in the world, that he wasn't a convict who deserves to be locked up. Sighing, he hung his head with his eyes closed.

The plan was to keep his eyes closed, but his mind didn't seem to follow through with it. His dual colored orbs opened and he found himself staring at the ocean. He didn't know how to swim, he could drown easily. The water seemed to invite him, wanting him to fall into it, but something held him back. He wanted to fall in, to end his pathetic and miserable life, but he couldn't seem to do it. His grip tightened on the railing, turning his knuckles white.
Fall, fall, fall.Voices seemed to tell him. End your life. Don't worry Jyugo, it'll only take one jump.

The faces of his friends flashed through his mind, but they weren't smiling, they didn't seem to be extremely happy to see him. His mind was playing with him, showing him negativity to persuade him to kill himself. It was a way the demons used to persuade the victim that the world was against them, to show that they weren't wanted and was a waste of space and air. Jyugo was slowly succumbing to the demons and they knew that he was. They were so hungry for negativity and death that they targeted him. They could feel negativity hanging around him, and they loved it so they wanted more of it.

Hajime couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. He was passing cell thirteen when the feeling grew stronger. It was almost overwhelming. He glanced over at the door, looking through the window and finding three-out-of-four inmates. "Number fifteen," he muttered, pushing away from the door and growling as he thought of ways to kill the inmate. He looked in the room where he usually found the inmate but the black hair male was not there.

Thinking, he immediately remembered that Jyugo would be out on the roof at times. He knew that the inmate was not going to breakout anytime soon since he noticed a shift in the other's mood. It was as if reality set in but not the reality that they were living but a much darker and solemn reality. At that thought, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Why did I describe it like that? And why does it seem like it might be true?

He frowned before shaking his head and rushing to the roof. When he got there, he noticed the crumpled form of the inmate. He kept silent as he watched his shoulders shake as if he was laughing. "They're right." It was a low whisper, but his ears were able to pick up on how broken he sounded.
Who's right?"It's for the best. No one will miss me."

The way he kept whispering to himself, Hajime didn't like it. It was as if he was going to escape, but not just the prison. His eyes followed the male as he stood, tight grip on the railing and leaning forward. With every movement that the inmate made, the wider the guard's eyes widened as he realized the younger's intention. He was not going to just escape jail, but life itself. Sure, he wasn't necessarily fond of the boy but that didn't mean he wanted to see the boy dead. Not after all that he's seen from him. Plus, what would happen if one of his inmates were to commit suicide? The other guards might either pity him or mock him or something. He didn't know and he sure as hell didn't want to find out.

He kept his presence hidden from the male, not wanting to scare him. His breath hitched as he froze in mid step as he the boy was preparing to fall. Looking up at the sky, a broken yet happy smile split the boy's face. "Don't worry, no one will have to deal with me anymore," he said in a clear yet broken voice. Taking a breath, he slowly let go of the railing.

So how was it that? Bad? Good? Needed something more? Tell me in the comments and I'll do what I can to fix it.

I apologize for the long wait, and yeah. Don't kill me please. I'm just in a huge angsty mood and I haven't written anything angsty in a while so I found this as a great opportunity. It's short, I know but I may come back later to rewrite it. I think I may be doing that with the other one-shots but that'll be later on in life so yeah.

Requests, anyone? Thank you and have a good night/day.