AU! Thanks for reading. Warning: blood, cutting, nudity, and swearing. Either RoadxAllen or no pairing at all. OOC and OC! I'll let you all decide the pairing actually, so there! Be happy!

Allen P.O.V.

Dark, red blood streamed down my arm. Oh how I secretly missed the feeling. The feeling of the razor slicing against my skin. The feeling of pain releasing, and the insanity leaving me. I say only secretly because I despise it also. It's a very bad addiction that I have. No one knows about it. Not even my dorm mate, Lavi. We were close, but I was not ready to tell him what I have been addicted to for three years.

I've been an addict since I was thirteen and I'm currently sixteen, almost seventeen. It's never been this bad though. I've only cut one arm before, just tiny, innocent scrapes. Now I'm cutting my arm, my legs, and my stomach harshly. Deep, dark cuts that carve out my skin. I've tried cutting my blackened, deformed arm before, but it hurt like hell, and it did not bleed.

I started cutting since I found out about it, from my old classmate, Angi. I thought it would help me through my depression, which I have had since before I can remember. It only was bareable when I was with Mana, my adoptive father. Then, a tragedy struck in 2006. That was the year Mana died. Cross, my Master who "takes care of me", doesn't know a thing about most of my troubles. I was in shock the first couple of months I was with him, so he had to take care of me half the time.

I had night terrors of the accident. Mana, dying right in front of my eyes. The hit and run was something from a horror movie. There was so much blood. Too much blood if you asked.

Anyway, Cross didn't really take care of me. Half the time he is drunk off his ass.

I look back to my naked self, stained in blood. I take out the rubbing alcohol, and start rubbing it all over my body, feeling the sting of it making me shudder for a moment.

After I made sure my wounds were clean and bandaged, I pull my blue boxers up on to my hips, next putting on my black skinny jeans. I throw on a dark purple, long sleeved shirt, and lastly throw on a blue sweatshirt. I flush the cotton balls down the drain, giving me less anxiety about being found out.

As I walk out of the bathroom, Lavi, a red haired, one eyed pirate wannabe, gives me a weird look and asks, "Allen, what WERE you doing in there?"

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, hinting something, but I played the innocent card, and reply, "What do you mean, Lavi?" I blink my eyes and tilt my head to the right.

"Allen, have you had "the talk"?" asks Lavi, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes," I state to my friend, taking his hand off my shoulder just to plop on my bed.

"Well... Then you would know what I'm hinting at." He does a hand gesture motioning "jacking off".

"Ugh gross, Lavi. Why would you suggest that," I blush tremendously.

"Well, a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do."

Thank God I heard a knock on the door after Lavi was done talking because I couldn't look him straight in the eye after that.

"Hey, Allen! Is Lavi here?" a black haired, Chinese girl questioned me. She was about my height, which was sad. I was only 5'8"! That's short!

"Yes he is. Lavi, Lenalee's here!" I call to the read head.

"Coming!" He yelled back.

"Allen," the girl started, "why is your face flushed?"

"Lavi suggested something that I wish not to repeat," I reply.

"Oh no, what did he do?" demanded Lenalee, placing a hand on her hip firmly.

"I really don't want to repeat it!" I claimed, hands over my flushing face.

The boy in question bounded up to the door and inquired, "Well, you wanted to talk?"

"Yes I did, please follow me," says Lenalee, spinning on her heel and walking down hall D.

Lenalee was the president of Holy Cross Academy for Gifted Students's Student Council, and the crazy principal's sister. I am gifted with instrumental playing, Lavi has a photographic memory, and Lenalee is gifted with dance. Each person in this institute is incredibly talented, and I am proud to be a part of it.

I sigh after I closed the door. I lean against it and scoot myself down the door until I am sitting on the ground.

"This is going to be a long year," I sigh out.

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7/28/2017: So, I am re writing this, because it's kinda trash, and I feel too rushed. I will also continue it until I am done with it. Hopefully it won't take too long. Maybe it will, I don't know.