I finally finished the next chapter! Sorry it took so long, I've been so freaking busy. And writers block. I am really surprised by how many followers and favorites I've gotten! I honestly didn't expect this to get so popular o-o 114 followers, 78 favorites? Only 2, short chapters? Like damn! Sorry if I haven't replied to any reviews, I'm really bad at that...I have read them all and I appreciate your eagerness in the continuation of this story!

So...I have been having allot of writers block. I don't really know where to go in this story, and I want to know if theres anything you want to see happen in this fic. There's no guarantee that if you ask for something to happen that it will appear. Hopefully it'll strike up an idea in me or I'll use it in this :3 You can either post it in a review or pm me, anything works. Thanks!

I finally allowed myself to calm down as I reached the roof to the dorm. I layed down on my back and stared up at the sky. The sky was bright blue, not a cloud in the sky as the sun lit up the world. I closed my eyes, putting my arm over my eyes to shield them from the sun. I took in deep breaths, the sun warming my skin and making me feel a bit better. I felt confused, completely puzzled. Why would Bon care if I was okay, much less confront me on it? After all, he was the one who was the first to stop being my friend, and the first to make it clear he wanted nothing to do with me. So him suddenly approaching me was totally uncharacteristic for him. It didn't make any sense. Unless his conscious was bugging him and he was making some attempt to quench his guilt. I just shook my head, deciding that I didn't care. I didn't want to get my hopes up. The sun glared down at me and I began to feel more empty. I sat up and slowly pulled a knife out of my pocket. I held it gently in my hands, observing every inch of it. The blade was silver and clean, as shiny as a new knife. The edge was sharp, and the sunlight glinted brightly off the blade. The handle was just as pretty as the blade. It was soft and painted white. There were swirls in the blade, and down at the bottom they formed into a cross. There were a few red diamonds along the handle. It was wonderous how something that looked so beautiful could be so deadly.

I moved the blade into my right hand and placed it up against my left arm. Cutting had seemed to become an addiction, something I mentally and physically needed and craved. I hesitated for a spilt second before tightening my grip on the handle and slashing it across my arm. I did it again and again, each time less hesitant than before. I relished the feeling of the burning metal upon my skin, the feeling of sharp pains as I cut open new wounds. Blood ran down my arms, dropping onto the floor. I focused on the pain, wanting to feel something, anything other than the dark emptiness welling up inside my chest, spreading through me like an icy numbness. The cuts traveled up to my shoulders, ending at the base of my neck. I gave a deep breath, letting the knife fall from my hand. The shooting pain balanced out the numbness, and my thoughts weren't so overwhelming. I looked down at my arms, not surprised to see them already healing. I cursed myself and let my gaze linger on the blade. I curled my fingers around it, ignoring my protesting nerves. I could easily end the pain, end the confusion and it all. All I had to do was raise the blade to my neck…just a flick of my wrist, and it would all be over.

But as always, something held me back.

What was it? Fear of death? No, I wasn't afraid. No one would miss me. Infact, they would probably be relieved that a monster like me no longer lived among them. I was never meant to exist in the first place, so there would be no harm in ending it. It would just be fixing a mistake. I shook my head, letting my fingers slip away from the blade. I reached up to wipe away any tears that had fallen during the episode, but to my surprise there were none. I wasn't even surprised really. I gave a shrug, not caring. I looked out at the beautiful scenery that still surrounding me, showing no care or notice to the dark world around it.
"Here is where I'm supposed to look out and realize how beautiful everything is and remember that things will get better." I said to myself. "Bullshit." I closed my eyes. The touch of warmth and sunlight did make me feel better, but deep down it only worsened the wound. How could a world that could look so beautiful be so cruel?

"Why don't you?" A second voice made me jump and look over my shoulder at the uninvited guest.

I gave a growl, "persistent bastard."
Suguro walked over and held out a notebook. "You left this in your hurry, if you even use it, anyway."

My eyes narrowed and after a moment I reached out and took the notebook. It was then I realized my sleeves were still rolled up, and the cuts had yet to heal. My fingers curled around the notebook before I froze, my eyes wide at my mistake. Bon didn't let go of the notebook as he stared at my arm, sliced and bleeding. His eyes were wide with shock. I saw his gaze travel past me at the knife still in my left hand, my blood staining the blade. I quickly snapped out of my own shock and yanked the notebook out of his hand. I turned away as I rolled my sleeves down quickly. I stayed silent, panic welling up in my chest. He remained silent as well, still processing what he just saw. The panic began to ebb away as I just didn't care. He found out I cut myself, so what? It's not like he cared. Why should I even care what he thought of it? He would never understand anyway. Perfect grades, proud family, friends, and a future? He had no reason to do what I was doing. Part of me hoped he would just leave me alone after seeing this. There was, however, a small flare of hope deep inside this would make him closer, and attempt to be my friend again. I ignored it. He finally spoke,

"What...what are you doing to yourself?" He sounded shaken.

I stood up, putting the knife back into it's sheathe and pocketing it. "Isn't that obvious? Don't tell me stop. I'm not going to." I walked past him, heading towards the door to go back inside. My arm was grabbed roughly and I winced as pain raced up it. I turned to face Bon, my gaze hard.

"Why?!" He demanded, his eyes filled with anger. "Why are you doing this?!"

"It helps." I answered simply and turned away, pulling my arm against his grasp. He didn't let go.

"No it doesnt! It's just unhealthy! You need help, Rin!"

I looked at him again, feeling a wave of anger. "No, I don't! You didn't care before, you just turned your back on me, even after you said we were friends! I don't need help, I don't need anyone! You just feel guilty because you saw me cutting myself! You're acting this way to relieve your own guilty conscience, nothing else!" I yanked my arm out of his grasp.