The ride home started off quiet. I didn't really want to talk about what just happened, and Val seemed to understand. I noticed we missed a turn and told her, she said she knew. I was curious as to why she kept going, but my question was soon answered.

"I know that you've had a rough night, and I hate to see my friends upset. I know we just met tonight, but I can tell you're a cool person. I'm taking you somewhere that will help cheer you up" Val said calmly.

"Thanks Val. This really means a lot" I said, shocked she was being so nice to someone she just met.

"I do to others what I would want to happen to me. Just my way of paying it forward, I suppose." She said with a smile.

I soon found myself standing at the counter of an ice cream shop. I guess ice cream is one of the top comfort foods, so this makes sense. After buying the ice cream, we sat down at a table and started eating.

"I guess I should explain what happened tonight. You've been so kind to me, it's only fair"

"Only if you want to" she replied.

"Well, when my friend pulled me into the kitchen, he told me he loved me. I was in shock, and didn't notice his hands were feeling me up. Well, before he completed what he set out to do, he stopped for a brief second and I used that time to kick him off of me and ran out. Well, as I escaped him, I ran into another friend of mine, well the same thing happened with him once he got me upstairs. After I escaped him, I just bolted out of the party crying, and that's when you found me" I finished with tears in my eyes as I finished telling the story.

"Oh my god. That's awful!"

"Yeah, I just hope they don't try to do the same thing to my brother. He's still at the party"

"I can go get him if you like. But I'm dropping you off at home first"

"Thanks Val" I said with a smile.

We finished our ice cream and she drove me back home. I didn't really want to go home, but it's not like I had anywhere else to go. I regretted coming home the moment I walked through the front door.

My mother seemed to almost radiate with happiness when she saw I was home before Gokai. The only problem was, that I was in no mood to deal with her bullshit.

"Looks like I was right all along. Did they finally tell you that they only wanted Gokai? Did they admit that you don't mean anything to them?"

I just walked right by her and up the stairs, into my studio. I locked the door behind me and set up a blank canvas. I don't know what possesed me, but I got inspiration almost immediately and started painting.

It didn't feel like I was in control of my arm, and I seemed to lose track of time. I just watched as my brain and arm worked in tandem to cover the canvas with paint. I heard a faint ringing behind me, but I didn't want to stop and possibly lose this inspiration.

I could start to make out three human like forms. My hand went for a light purple color and I knew who one of them would end up being. Then, on the opposite side of the canvas, my arm created a person with spiky black hair. Jeez, wonder who that could be.

The thoughts of the night ran through my head, and for some reason, I couldn't get them out. They just kept circulating and I couldn't focus on my painting anymore.

I started to wonder why they had done it. Why was it that bad things always happened to me and not anyone else? Did I have a sign on me somewhere that said "emotional punching bag"?

As if on cue, the voices in my head started to fill my mind without negative thoughts. "You are a sorry excuse for a person", "You should be grateful they even wanted to touch you. You're so revolting", "You're not even worth their time. You are not worth anything except a one way ticket to disappointment". These thoughts were just some of the one's that started to invade my mind.

I can't do this anymore! I can't keep saying it will be worth it in the end, because it won't. Nothing could make my life worth living at this point. My mom hates me, my brother is always the better one in every situation, and my two closest friends just molested me. I can't keep living if my life is going to continue to be like this.

Without thinking, I grabbed a pair of scissors, and brought them to my arm. I took a deep breath as I slid them across my pale wrist. I watched the blood rise to the surface, and was amazed by how beautiful that shade of red was.

I cut again, and again, until there was blood covering my whole arm. I then took my arm and dragged it across my painting. The red mixed with the other colors on the canvas, but after a few strokes, there was so much blood, it just started sitting on top. I took a step back and admired what I'd done. I had created two figures, one with purple hair and one with black hair, tearing apart a third person with blood stripes crossing the canvas haphazardly.

I started to feel dizzy, so I sat down. I knew what was probably going to happen, and decided to leave a final message. I grabbed a piece of paper nearby, and dipped my finger in my blood. I started to write my message, but had to pause every so often because I would get dizzy.

Once I finished, I slid the paper away from me so that way, when my blood started to pool around me, it wouldn't make any of it unreadable. I started to recite it in my head.

Gokai,
Since you're probably the one finding this, don't blame yourself. You were always the prefered twin, so go and live your life. Tonight was just the final straw and I couldn't take it anymore. I hope you can forgive me for this
-Goten

I sighed in relief as peace soon settled over me. I started to feel light headed and it was a struggle to keep my eyes open. I couldn't even lift my arms to see how much blood had leaked out of my body. I felt myself sloshing in a puddle everytime I moved slightly, so I knew a decent portion had already escaped my body.

A faint knocking brought me out of my peacefullness. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't help but hope they wouldn't get the door open until after I was dead.

My prayers went unanswered and I heard a loud bang, meaning the door had been kicked open. I opened my eyes to see Gokai come in the room and look at my painting. He turned around, saw me, and screamed.

He rushed over to me and I just smiled. He started slapping my face, but I didn't feel it. I could faintly hear his cries, he was begging for this to be a horrible joke. I just nodded slightly toward my note and his tears started to cascade down his face.

My eyes closed amd I felt myself go completely numb. So this is what it felt like to die? This is what it feels like to leave everythimg behind. This is how it feels to be free.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so short, and I'm sorry it's taken so long to write. I've posted an explanation as to why I've been so inactive. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, despite it being so late.