A/N: OMFG THIS BOOK IS ACTUALLY GETTING SOMEWHERE!

MELODY'S POV

Today, I'm wearing all black. Black high heels, glossy and make me look several inches taller. Shiny black skinny jeans with holes at the knees, and a loos black shirt that hangs off of my large chest and broad shoulders.

Black, like my thoughts at night. Black, like the color of death and despair. Black, like the glass shards on the beach of Tartarus, according to my dad. Black, like the ashes of fire, destructive and strong. Burning. Fearce. Like my emotions, biting off me slowly tearing my apart from the inside and spreading through my body faster than lighting.

A tear drips from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks and smearing my make up. But I didn't care. I had more important things in mind. Him.

He would call me a love sick puppy... like his stupid dog he cares so much about. I hate him. So why do I care so much?

I broke him. He probably blamed me for his sadness, and I blame myself. Eight years. That's how long I bullied him. I started when he was a tiny first grader, gap-toothed and innocent. You would have never thought he would have turned out the way he did. Depressed, suicidal, and broken.

I hated that he hated himself. I hated that he cut his arm when he knew I didn't want him to hurt. He attempted suicide even though he knew I needed him. He didn't fight back, even when I told him he had to.

He could never hurt anything. Hell, he befriends stray bunnies and even monsters when he finds them. He has the biggest heart ever. He acts as if he didn't matter at all, but he actually does.

The world needs to be fixed, and he's just the person to do it.

I could never hate him as much as I want to, but he couldn't love me back. He loves someone else, and I can't do anything about that.

"Melody? Melody? Are you even listening? Hey?" Says my math teacher, waving her hand in front of my face.

"S-sor-"

"School got out ten minutes ago."

"Wh-huh?"

She leaves the room, a bag slung over her shoulder. I get up out of my seat, and walk toward the exit.

I walk home that day, and run out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack. He was on the floor, and every few seconds, he winces.

I got closer, and saw a kid.

The kid looked like he could be a lot older than Jack, but I knew that it just looked that way because Jack looked three years younger than be really was, was slamming his foot into Jack's body, repeatedly. He was whispering something, and I couldn't hear it.

I run forward, watching the scene. Jack curls up, clearly protecting himself

"Hey!" I yell. "Leave him alone!" I run forward, but the kid (that wasn't Jack) snaps his fingers and vanishes.

I start to scold myself. I shouldn't have shouted. But the he did stop hurting Jack. That's an upturn.

"Uhh... Jack are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He says, but judging by dried up tears on his cheeks, his eyes bloodshot as if he had been crying, and the fact that I was just watching him getting kicked, I knew he wasn't okay.

"Liar! You are clearly not okay."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Because I was going to see if you admit to being not okay, and then we could talk about it rather than walk in silence on the way home."

He hesitates. "Who says I was walking home?"

"You.... weren't walking home?"

"Fine. I was walking home, but-"

"Aha! I win. Sooo, you wanna talk about it."

"Uhh... you would be mad at either me or-" He stops himself. "Never mind."

"Now I'm curious. And I really want to know!"

"Fine. But you can't interrupt me-"

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Ugh. But really; don't. Okay. I.... was processing our conversation from a while ago, and then I started linking it to my theory-"

"What theory? What conversation?"

"The last conversation we had. And I was about to tell you, my theory has always been, ever sense you stopped bullying me, that you wanted to hurt me just as much as you already had. So you thought up some lies to tell me, and feelings to fake. And you wanted to make me think I actually meant something to someone, so you... made me feel that way, and you were planning to throw me off and say 'you actually fell for it'. It's happened before. Zack did that to me in first grade. Came out as a bully in third. I trusted him, and he broke it. He broke me. And because of that and things similar to that, I can't seem to trust anyone. But I could trust few people, like Dad and Papa... but it was hard for me to develup trust for you after years and years of-"

"I know! No need to remind me. And I'm sorry for hurting you, and making it hard to trust me, but is this really revelent? ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK ME?!" I yell, bursting into tears and letting myself sink to the ground where he was. 

"Well... sorry then. Never mind." He pushes past me, and starts to walk, but I grab him by the shoulder, and he winces before turning around.

"Don't go."

"Why not? You'd obviously be happier with me gone."

"What?! That's not what I've said at all."

"I didn't say you said it."

"Fine. Think what you want. It doesn't mean it's true. Just know that I care. Goodbye." I start to run away, tears still streaming down my cheeks.

He keeps his blank expression, with no sign of sadness or anything. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"What's about to happen."

I look at him, confused. How did he-?

He interups me thoughts. "And also, sorry. For what I'm about to do." He says before shadow-traveling away.

I stand in shock. What was he about to do? Was he going to kill himself? "JACK!" I scream in outrage, and kick the wall before turning around and sinking down against it. I pull my knees to my chest, and start to scream and cry loudly against my legs. My wails echo across the alley, as I try to calm down and steady my breathing.

I walk home. "Jack..." I whisper. What was he doing right now? What was he thinking? What was he feeling?

I walk into my door to my room, trembling. I take a step in, and look around.

I walk to the closet, and pull out a blade. I slide it against my shoulder, making a deep cut. I make several cuts, leading up to my neck and upper arm. I press the knife, hard against my skin. Almost to the bone.

My head pounds and blood soaks my shirt sleeves. I lay my head against the door, crying harder and harder.

JACK'S POV

I don't understand what's wrong with me. I've been such a jerk to Melody... and I don't even know why. I'm an emotional mess. I guess I don't want to burden her with my problems, but I think it's too late to go back, now. However, I could always push her back out and not tell her anything anymore, which would pain me a lot. And it'd pain her as well.

I feel like I'm breaking. I'm shattered. And she's trying to glue and tape me back together, but it keeps slipping and falling off and not working. I'm too broken to be fixed again. I'm a hopeless soul, sinking. Slipping. Falling. But everyone around me is fine. They're at the shore. Swimming. Floating. They're smiling and happily splashing the water in each other's faces, while I'm feeling helpless, weak, insecure, depressed, and on the verge of giving up and ending my stupid life. Either that, or I'll drown and watch my soul slowly leave my body as I scream and fail to grasp air, feeling the water fill my lounges, and my body slowly drifting into darkness.

"Jack?" The voice snaps me into reality, and I look up through tears.

"Yes?"

"You're not okay." Says Daniel, not bothering to ask if I was or not. Normally, I'm not okay anyways. No. I'm never okay. He pulls me into a warm hug, and I weep into his shoulder. He's so warm and cuddly. And he's okay. He's so strong. He's been helping everyone around him, and he's always so positive. He carries my burden, along with his. His burden is the world's worse than mine. He was abused and murdered by his dad. He still can't accept that he was dead. I wonder what he does when I don't need him. I wonder where he goes at night when I'm asleep. I wonder what it's like to be Dan.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, and he nods.

"Yup. I'm fine." He said, but I had to check his facial expression first. He had bags under his eyes, a cut on his cheek, hair smeared across his face, and looked like he had gotten no sleep. he was probably stressed...

"You sure- no. Never mind. I'm prying..."

"No you're not. I'm doing just a little short of fantabulous. No need to worry."

"You don't look fantabulous..."

"That's not nice."

"You know what I meant."

He chuckles, and breaks the hug. "Soo..."

"Soo?"

"Wanna go apologize to Melody?"

"Okay... but let me get my shoes on." I start to tug them onto my feet, and then we left to go talk to the evil beast I used to call my best friend.

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