A.N
This is a flashback sorry if it's confusing but hopefully everything will be explained soon.
You may be confused at first but it will be revealed either now or in later chapters ^_^  also I couldn't get the video to work so there is none. But the song I had in mind was "Love's sorrow" like in "Your lie in April" the one he plays when confronting his mother. You should listen to it while reading the chapter. But anyways the picture is not mine please let me know who drew it so I can give proper credit to them. Anyways, enjoy~

It all started with a room. Nothing much. Just a plain,bland,basic white room. It is not an understatement when I say that the room is white.
In fact, everything in the room is white.

The four walls closing in making it a perfect square where white, the cold tiled floor was white, even the window curtains and trimming of the wall were white. Everything was a pristine white like freshly fallen snow.

The room was as if it were the embodiment of innocence.

However one thing ruined the innocent room. The boy who Was laying on the neat fresh pressed, wrinkle free sheets of the white bed, of course the sheets also white.The boy simply put looked like hell. He had bruises and scrapes and large wounds covering every inch of deathly pale skin you could see. And that was only his face.

An oxygen mask covering his mouth as small huffs of air made the inside turn a white foggy color before disappearing back to transparent. Lots of needles were stuck into the boys arms connected to a small bag with a clear substance inside. The boy himself was wearing a paper white hospital gown that all patients wear.

His eyes were closed soft lashes resting against his skin. His hair a tangled up display as it splayed across the white pillow. On his flimsy small wrist was a single white hospital band that looked too big for the pale bruised arm connected to the wrist it was on.

The poor boy looked as if he was dead. Yet at the same time peacefully sleeping as if it were the worlds most wanted and greatest sleep.

A woman entered the room. Her short cropped hair looking rustled and outgrown. What looked like once delicate porcelain skin was matching the boy on the bed; sickly pale.

Her youthful features turned into aging sorrow as blank desperate eyes looked upon the boy. Her pink lips chapped and busted from licking and biting on; a nervous habit she picked up since then, turned into a slight scowl.

Her creased in frown lines deepening upon the movement of her face. Thin perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed in as if trying to dip down and touch the other. More wrinkles and lines formed upon her face. The woman took another step forward.

Click.

Then another step.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Cla-

Before knowing it she reached the foot of the white bed. Her face aged as the seconds went by. Her hands making fists by her sides as if trying to draw blood by her ragged fingernails.
She jerked to a stop.

She heard something.

Impossible. She couldn't have. For the person before her is nothing but a mere soulless broken doll now waiting to be fixed up and put back on the shelves.
But is it possible that just, just, maybe she heard the slightest of sounds.

She became angry with herself.

'No. Please don't start again. You gave up don't do this to me please. Ignore it. You heard nothing. You are nothing but an insane woman lost in the past and trying to escape the present while seeking the answers for the future. You are nothing but a coward.' She thought to herself as her dull big eyes flickered once again to the boy.

'But maybe you did hear something. Perhaps you aren't crazy. Perhaps you are just another human being who is so lost you can do the only thing that people can do in this situation. You have no one to lean on now. So why is it so wrong to believe in h-' She cut off her self conscious.

'NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! I WILL NOT GIVE INTO SUCH FOOLISHNESS. HOPE IS NOT REAL. IT IS DESPAIR IN DISGUISE GIVING US A FALSE FEELING OF EASE AND JOY  AS IT LIES TO US AND BETRAYS US ONLY TO MAKE US BELIEVE IN IT AGAIN!'
She furiously thought, shaking her already messy hair.

Tears began to stream down her bright red puffy cheeks. She slid down to the floor as she silently sobbed, not trying to disturb any Patients near the room.

"...please...p-please, d-don't make me... I don't w-want to...don't make me hope e-ever ag-gain..." The woman sobbed. But once again no one was there to comfort her. It was only her, the boy, and hope that could change things for the better.

Getting up from the cold tiled floor and kissing the boys forehead. She pushed past the door as she walked down the stairs wiping long needed tears from her eyes did she think.

'Who is really the broken one here?'

A.N
Well I tried to go for angsty and suspenseful but I suck at writing things like that so hopefully it turned out good. Can you guess who the boy and woman is? Though it should be pretty obvious. If you didn't know this fanfic is going to be like the others but with a twist. Maybe it will be a dark one who knows. I sure don't cause I make this stuff up as I go. Any-who, hope you guys enjoyed reading this.
Ciao~