-Lefty's Pov-

A few hours after my confession to Molten, school was letting out.

We had obviously gone back to school by then, but still. It felt as if I was reliving every second of it in class.

Which got me yelled at about ten times. Hey, you can't blame me. I was still trying to figure out what happened.

I shouldn't let my guard down, though. That's what they always want. And that's what they always get.

So even though I trust Molten a little bit...doesn't mean that I'll just tell him anything now. I'm not that easy to deal with. Or put up with. I will fight if I have to.

Now, you may wonder why I'm not home by now, or at least walking home. Well the reason why is because I have detention.

Yep. I didn't do the test and come to class in time, I got a slip. Damn teacher...I'd love to show them what I go through. Then they wouldn't treat me like a five year old who doesn't know what the hell I'm doing!

I heard a loud tap coming from my desk and my thoughts snapped back to the world around me.

Mr. Grey, my Science teacher, was standing there, a frown on his face. He had hit my desk with a ruler, probably a couple of times by now, I don't know.

But he looks really annoyed right now.

I nodded and shuddered a bit, picking up my pencil and starting to write on the packet he gave me.

Why not just send me to the principal? I threw a fit. Well...almost literally. So, at least he let me get to choose what I wanted to do there. So I shouldn't complain about having to do work.

Even though it's pretty hard. I don't exactly understand it. I suck at schoolwork and homework, mostly because I don't pay attention in class.

But the times that I do pay attention, I still don't get it either way. I just can't process everything of what I have to do. I'm the type that isn't good with steps, so, technically everything would make me pause and second guess.

I guess this is what the rest of my life is going to be like, too. Nothing but chaos, a mess, and people trying to tear me down and act like I'm nothing.

This is school for you.

Why does Science have to be so hard?! Ugh...

I banged my head on the desk, groaning to myself.

Just let this end.

-Scrap Baby's Pov-

After me and HF got back to my apartment, I looked around. That's strange. Lefty isn't here.

Which could either mean two things.

One, he could be walking really slow and thinking to himself, because he does that quite often. Second...he could be...cutting...at school. And I don't know when or if he could.

But at least Molten is watching him.

At least...I hope so.

Lefty's like a younger brother to me, I don't ever want him hurt. But I know that this wish of mine will never come true, because Lefty always finds a way.

Happy Frog sat down on the couch and yawned slightly, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.

She really must have had such a long day today. We both did. But at least we were done with College. Now...the real world. And jobs.

The front door opened and a sad looking Lefty walked in, closing the door right behind him as he locked it and went straight up to his room. Didn't even tell me anything as he passed by. Now I know that something is up.

Molten....what did you do...

-Lefty's Pov-

I'm exhausted right now. I'm too tired to even think straight. Nothing makes any sense. It's all just a blur.

Literally.

I'm so dizzy, I think I'm swaying back and forth but I can't tell. My vision is also getting blurry, but then I'd see random flashes of grey and then a ringing in my head.

Is something wrong with me? This doesn't seem normal at all.

I tried shaking my head, but that just made the pain worse and I stumbled into my desk, hitting my waist and wincing slightly. Damn...I'm so freaking clumsy!!

The pain quickly shot through all over, up to my side, then to my back, and I winced again. I hate this. This isn't the first time. And I can guarantee that it isn't the last.

But...

Maybe it will be...

A vibrating sound came from my backpack that was on my bed and my ears flicked. I turned my head in that direction but shook it off. It was just someone calling me.

Probably nothing important.

Besides, it's probably a scam. What I was about to do was more important than wasting a few minutes on talking to someone. Trust me, I know this from a fact and I learned it the hard way.

I walked over and dug in the pouch to my book sack, digging my hand all around.

I fingers touched the handle and I gripped it, pulling it out without hesitation.

You can tell what I'm about to do.

But this time...way more different.

I took off my shirt and put it to the side and I turned away from the mirror. I'm ugly. All the scars. They were just on my arms, but still.

And now they weren't only going to be on my arms.

I pressed the cold blade against my waist, sliding it over my skin slowly and I felt something warm immediately.

I'm cutting my waist.

But each cut was getting more brutal, more deep and painful than the last.

One...two...three...four...five...six...

I stopped and looked at the knife. Fully covered in blood now. But that didn't bother me and I continued.

Seven...eight...nine...ten...eleven... twelve...thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...

I stopped yet again and closed my eyes, my slow breathing the only thing my ears could hear.

Slow....

Very....very....slow....

I was starting to get dizzy again. But I couldn't stop now. I didn't want to.

Too late. My door had opened and who walked in was...

"Lefty?!?!"

........

Heh....

I didn't expect you here....

Molten.