This story contains violence including physical abuse, language, and cutting. The idea for Eddward is based upon Asphyxion's creation with some altered character development. The story cover photo belongs to Renji-nee. This story will eventually be KevEdd, but it will be slow and take some time. As always please leave me suggestions and if there are any questions please ask and I will answer as soon as I can. Happy reading.

He leapt with a fear of falling. He hit the ground harder than he imagined, but the pain wasn't enough. He needed more. He craved for more. He didn't have a family. Well, if you count sticky notes of encouragement then he had an army marching along the walls of his childhood home. From chores and grocery lists to words of endearment that screamed about love which never seemed to reach his ears. Parents were supposed to be there for these times. Times when he thought all was lost.

He battled depression in his head on a daily basis, but he lived his life blissfully unaware. He was familiar with a daily routine which helped to keep him sane. Wake up. Do his chores. Follow Eddy into the depths of mayhem with a new scheme that was bound to work this time. Then crash and burn and watch as everyone laughed. Eddy always blamed him for the failed inventions. They were his after all. If Ed actually possessed a brain he was sure he would think the same. He was the intellectual one amongst the Eds. He was able to portray a happy persona and live as if everything was okay, but that would soon fail. He knew how Ed and Eddy ticked and he also knew what they expected of him, which is why he was able to deceive them so easily. Maybe that's why he finally snapped.

He was always a nerd, a dork, that's what the cul-de-sac kids called him anyway. Double Dweeb. Double Dork. Double Dee. Every name except for the one which he honed in on as his identity, Edward Vincent. His childhood bullies brought him to this point, his parents and friends too for that matter. The point where he just couldn't take it anymore. There was one distinct day when it all changed and he would never forget. It was the summer after their freshman year of high school.

Eddward was both unsettled and elated at the end of the school year. For one he no longer had to deal with the high school bullies. The jocks of the football team and the basketball team troubled him most. Always harassing him and cornering him. More than a dozen times he was caught by his fellow Eds sporting a black eye which he told them not to worry about.

The pain always hurt, but in a twisted sort of way, he liked it. It reminded him that he was alive.

Eddy was always pissed off and offered to fight his battles, but Eddward always declined the gesture. More violence would never solve anything. Ed, on the other hand, would cry and hug him and tell him how he would bring him gravy to make everything okay and to Eddward's distaste he always did.

Thankfully the high school bullies didn't live in the cul-de-sac. Only his normal bully Kevin, but Kevin's attention was almost always placed on Eddy. Eddward was only involved when the scheme directly affected Kevin. But on July the fourth the other bullies found him.

Nazz had thrown a fourth of July party in her backyard and everyone including the Eds attended. The only people outside of the cul-de-sac kids were a few of Nazz's friends from school. Edward noted one of them as a cheerleader and the other one was a member of the hockey team.

The night was full of merriment and food. There was almost no fighting except when Eddy and Kevin got into an arm wrestling contest which resulted in an all-out brawl, but it all ended in good fun.

Once the festivities were over the Eds left and headed toward Eddy's house for a sleepover. Once they got there however, Eddy's mother was waiting angrily outside. Apparently Eddy had neglected to tell his friends that he had been skipping his summer school classes and his mom canceled their plans. Begrudgingly, Eddy made his was inside. Ed began to wail uncontrollably, he was looking forward to watching the newest zombie chicken warrior movie based on his favorite comic. Eddward tried to console him and in the end walked him home to make sure his friend was safe.

Once Ed was tucked securely away in his room he began his somber walk to his own home. The walk was short and quiet and Eddward lost himself to the rhythm of his own steps. He rarely walked alone at night, but when he did it gave him time to reflect on his thoughts. Once his house was in sight he quickened his pace, but then stopped short when he realized there was an unknown vehicle parked outside of his house.

He looked around and noticed all around the cul-de-sac there were a couple of other cars which appeared out of the ordinary. Well, it was a holiday after all. He supposed relatives of other families probably came by to visit. It was known among the cul-de-sac that his parents were rarely ever home so it was possible someone was told they could park here. It wouldn't be an inconvenience to him at least since he didn't have a car.

He made his way past the car and noticed a decal of his high school mascot on one of the windows. He frowned. That was odd. As he went to climb the first step of his porch stairs he heard one of the car doors open. He froze before he could take a step. He was unable to move or take another breath. Someone emerged from the car and started to walk towards him. The opening of a second and third car door immediately followed. He tried to control his breathing. If fear actually produced an aroma he was positive he reeked of terror. A strong arm clamped down around his shoulders and pulled him in close.

"Sup dork?" Came the stench of booze filled words.

He said nothing as he silently looked up at the first of his tormentors for the night, but was met with amber eyes and a black face mask. Dread filled his veins and clogged them like a blocked pipe ready to burst. He felt the first bits of sweat perspiring from beneath his beanie.

"What? Got nothing to say? Here I thought maybe you'd wanna come party with us," said the same deep voice.

When Eddward finally found his voice he tried to reason. Maybe if he kindly declined they would leave him alone. "I g-graciously thank you for the invite, but it is r-rather late. Perhaps another t-time?" He barely managed to say.

He was yanked back by the sturdy arm and pushed towards the open car door. He stumbled but caught himself before he fell in. His lungs burned and every breath made his chest rattle with dread. His knees were buckling. He'd been bullied and picked on his entire life, but this was a completely different threat. He'd been afraid before, but his type of fear was an entirely foreign experience. Was this truly happening to him right now?

"It wasn't a question punk," came another voice and just like that he was shoved roughly into the car.

The man with the amber eyes got into the driver seat and started the engine while the two others sandwiched him in the backseat. The man in front angled the rearview mirror so their eyes could lock.

"Don't look so scared kid, we're gunna have a great time."

Suddenly Eddy's ringtone went off in his ear and he was brought back to the present day. He moaned and rubbed the top of his head below his beanie effectively smearing a sticky wet substance along his forehead. He groaned as he brought his arm back down to inspect the damage. He was sitting on his bathroom floor with his back pressed against the side of the tub. His uninjured arm ached from the awkward position of being draped behind him into the tub. He brought it out and stretched it as he tried to revive the muscle. He looked back to his other arm. There was a neat slit along his wrist which mirrored the scarred remains of his past work. He smiled to himself as he pressed his fingers to the thin line and watched as a tiny bead of blood pooled before dripping down to meet its eminent demise on his bathroom floor.

Once again the blaring sound of Eddy's ringtone jarred him out of his melancholy thoughts and he picked himself up off of the floor. He grabbed a white towel from the sink and wrapped his wrist before making his way into his room. Even though he allowed these types of acts to happen there would never be any evidence in his own room. He would be dammed if there was a single blood stain on his rug. Once again his phone started blaring and he reluctantly answered. He took a moment to compose himself before he leveled his words.

"Greetings Eddy, to what do I owe the unwanted disturbance?" He deadpanned.

"What the fuck Sockhead! I've been calling for the past ten minutes," came the angry response of his short-tempered, loudmouth of a friend.

"Your language is atrocious as always Eddy. I suggest you proceed to the point of your call," he sighed.

On the other end of the line, he could hear Eddy huff in annoyance to which Edd gave a side smirk.

"Damn you, Dee," Eddy took a moment before continuing. He sighed which made Eddward raise an eyebrow even though he knew his friend would not see it, "those guys are getting out in a few weeks," he finally said.

Eddward's heart descended inside his chest. He was sure it fell down into the pit of his abdomen and sank amongst the stomach acid. A familiar tremble ran along his nerves as visions of his memories replayed in his mind. He almost forgot Eddy was still on the phone. He took a deep breath before responding, "I see. Is that all?" he questioned trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

"Well yeah- I just," Eddy sighed," just be careful Sockhead. Ed and me are here. We're not going anywhere."

"Ed and I," Eddward absently corrected. Eddy growled on the other end, "I'll be fine Eddy, but I thank you for the concern. I'm not the person I once was."

Eddy grumbled again before continuing, "I know that. But still-ugh. What are you doing anyway? Ed and me- Ed and I are going to watch Zombie Robot Farm Chicken People- I don't fucking know the title. You wanna come over?"

Edd straightened up and looked down at his wrist as he peeled the towel off. The wound had ceased bleeding. He grabbed one of his black track sweat bands and placed it over the slit hiding it and it's relatives perfectly, "yes, I accept your invitation. I shall be by momentarily," he answered without enthusiasm and ended the call without waiting for Eddy to say anything in return.

He set the phone down on his dresser and walked to his bed to retrieve the clothes he had been wearing earlier. When he awoke from his time spent in his bathroom he was only clad in his boxers. He pulled on his tight black skinny jeans and secured his black studded belt. He grabbed his wallet which was lying beside it and deposited it into his back pocket and then clamped the chain, connecting it to his belt. He then pulled his skin tight grey shirt on and started to exit his room grabbing his phone as he went.

He passed the bathroom and peered in momentarily before shutting the light off but leaving the door open. It wasn't like his parents would be returning anytime soon and even if they did, so what? He would return to a sticky note about it littered amongst the others. It would blend in and be forgotten just like the ones that had the words "love" or "miss" on them.

As he made his way down the stairs he grabbed his black, leather coat and heaved it on. He zipped it part way up as he made his way to the front door. Before he left, like he always did, he looked at himself in the full-length mirror which he positioned near his front door. Seeing his reflection helped him reassure himself that he could fool everyone else. As he gazed at his reflection he caught sight of the blood smeared across his forehead and wiped it with his armband and then pulled his beanie down. No evidence.

There was a single sticky note on the border surrounding the mirror. It was the only one amongst the hundreds that occupied his home that he had written. He had written it back when he realized he would need to fool the world as long as he lived if only so he wouldn't have to face his inner demons. As he always did before he left the house he read it aloud to himself.

"It's okay not to be okay."

-LunaMaye