A/N: Before you Read this, I have to say that there is Suicide in this One-Shot.

Third Persons POV:

"Good Taurtis Get me My Phone" Sam Commanded.
Good Taurtis Nodded Running up the Stairs.

Taurtis sat on the other end of the couch from Sam, This hole Slave thing that Sam was doing was really getting on his Nerves.

All of Sam's Attention Goes to Good Taurtis, Since he Always Listens To Sam.

Taurtis Envied all the attention that Good Taurtis was getting. Taurtis was Sams Best friend After all.

Well he Used to be.

Ever since he was Cloned Sam Has been spending less. And less time with him.
And more Time with Good Taurtis..

Unless He directly Started a conversation with Sam, then he wouldn't talk to him.

He's Lost his best friend, and Worse he has been Replaced.

Good Taurtis Came back with Sam's Phone handing it to Him. Sam smiled as Good Taurtis pulled him into a tight hug.

There no point in staying There.

Taurtis got up off the Couch. Walking past the two, and Out the front door.

he let out a sigh, Leaning against the closed door.

They didn't even realize that he was gone.

Would they ever.

Taurtis watched as the Small raindrops Drizzled from the ledge of the roof, Barely Protecting him from the Light shower.

"Hey Taurtis, What's up?" Came the Accent From in front of him, He looked Down as The Blond boy Closed up his Umbrella.

Taurtis Looked Up, to answer the blonds question.
Grian Followed his gaze, "haha Very funny" he Said Sarcastly, while as smiling.

Taurtis Looked back at him with a Blank Expression. "What's wrong?" Grian asked him Once he Saw the Other males Dull Look.

Taurtis Stayed Silent, His Gaze drifting off to the side.

"Is it Sam.."

Hia Eyes Darted back up to Grian  when He heard the name.

"It'll work out okay," Grian said. Placing his hand on taurtis's Shoulder. to comfort him.

He Stayed silent, not responding as Grian Walked into the house.

It Wasn't going to work.

The Next morning Everybody was getting ready for school, Except Taurtis.

He wasn't staying home.
having everybody under the impression that he was sick.

Taurtis Flopped down on the Bed upstairs, Hearing the door close as they left.
"Drink water You'll Feel better!" Grian Called, before leaving as well.

Staring Up at the Ceiling with the same Dull eyes as he had yesterday Taurtis sighed quietly.

He didn't understand, He could make New Friends, He Still has Grian.

But Sam, He was Perfect.

They Had been threw so much together.

No.

Sam and Taurtis have.
Not him and Sam.

Besides he's just a Clone.

And who is gonna miss...just One Clone?
When you can always make another.

Taurtis got up off the bed, Walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

He opened the Utensils drawer, Pulling out a Small Knife.

"Sideways for Show, Longways for Results..." He Mumbled to himself.
Walking back upstairs to the bed and Closing the door.

He Sat down on the bed, Looking down at his arms, smiling slightly as he Lined Up the Silver Blade with the Veins On his wrist.

"Taurtis I had to come back to get th-" Grians voice came from the Doorway as it opened, Cutting Short when he saw Taurtis.
Who just looked up at him with blank eyes.

"What the Hell are you doing" Grian Asked, Grabbing the Knife from his Grasp.

"I Was Using that.." Taurtis said in a Blank Voice.

"Why? So you can killl Yourself?" Grian Asked, Putting the knife on the Dresser, far from Taurtis's Reach.

Taurtis responded with Silence, Looking at him.
His eyes were wiped of all Emotion, Now Just Gray Orbs With no meaning.

"I Am Calling the others stay here" Grian told Taurtis, Grabbing the Knife and Leaving the room. A few seconds later Taurtis heard a small click. Indicating the door was locked.

Taurtis laid back down on the bed.

He should have waited.
Then he wouldn't have been caught.

Taurtis Thought he was stupid.
if he had acted faster then he Wouldn't have to be here to deal with it.

People say that Suicide isn't the answer.

Don't cut yourself.

We can help you.

Thats Exactly what Sam and Grian Are going to say.
or maybe They will just looked at him Disgusted because of What he tried to do.

Or just maybe.

Sam will hand him the knife.

It was obvious that he Loved Good Taurtis more then him.
maybe that would be his way of Showing that he Doesn't care.

Maybe he could do something before they got back....

He Heard the Foot steps rushing Up the stairs to the room.

well it was too late for that...

He Pushed himself up into a sitting position, Gazing as the door was pushed open.
Grian walked in alone, "Come on the others are Downstairs," Taurtis just Gazed up at him.
Grian Sighed, Grabbing Taurtis's Wrist and Pulling him up off the Bed, and Out of the room.

He pulled him down the stairs, and two the living room. Where Sam, and Good Taurtis stood.

Grian let go of Taurtis, who sat down on the couch.

Sam Looked straight at Taurtis, and Started talking, He Was asking so many Questions. A look of genuine concern Filled his eyes.

Taurtis just gazed up At Sam, Who stood in front of him.
He had blocked out the voices of his concerned friends.

He didn't want to hear Them explain why he shouldn't die.

He didn't care. He Didn't want to be Here.
Or be Alive.

"Taurtis Please.." Sam's Voice Pulled him Out of his Haze, There faces were Inches Apart.
Sam Looked at Taurtis with saddened eyes, while as Taurtis Stared back with his blank ones.

"We Don't want you to Die.." Sam Said in a Low tone.
Taurtis looked into Sam's Chocolaty eyes. Feeling a Pit of Guilt Forming in his chest.
And doing his best to ignore it.

"Please say something..." Sam Whispered.
Moving away from Taurtis.

Taurtis kept staring up at them, with dull eyes.

”Just give him some time okay? He'll get better." Grian Reassured Sam. Before leaving the room.

Sam Looked over Taurtis, He felt as if he had Played some part In this.
But he couldn't figure out how.

Good Taurtis Grabbed Sams hand, before pulling him from the Room.

Later that night, everybody was Asleep.
Except for Taurtis.

He stood infront Of the Closet. The door was open but it was empty, Except for the Beam That ran across the roof.

And the chair that Stood Under it.

Taurtis gripped the Rope tightly in his hand.

He knew exactly what he had to do next.
Just stand on the chair, and tie the rope around His Neck.

He gently pressed the Tape on the letter, to hold it to the wall.

He Stood up on the Chair, Tying one and of the rope to the beam, And Placing the Other around his Neck.

the Chair fell down as He took his Last breath.
Its all over, all Gone, Now he's Greeting death..

a few Hours later.
Sam Walked down the Stairs.
Grian, Had Just gotten up aswell. and Was In The kitchen, making breakfast.

"Grian...Where's Taurtis?" Sam Asked the Blonde, who looked at Sam Unsure.

"Not sure."

"I'll Be right back."
Sam walked Up the Stairs again, looking around.
He noticed the Folded note Taped To the Door of the Closet.

The Words "To Sam" Written Across the Front in Blue.