This entire chapter will just be just Sky's POV. I will do some chapters like this in the future, bonus chapters, too. Also, don't question the title of this chapter .-. So, EEEEENJOOOY.

~Two Weeks Later~

*Sky's POV*

There is a voice. In my head. The voice of a man. We've had conversations, but they always ended with fury, hatred, and sadness in my body. In some ways the voice sounded so familiar... but in other ways I feel like I've never even heard the voice before. He always makes me sad, depressed, hated, anything to put me down. But, it's like he's controlling me. Like he's forcing me to be depressed. There are cuts on my arms, too. I wake up with new, fresh ones every morning. I find a razor in my drawer everyday. I try to throw it away, break it, crush it, and even BURN it just to get rid of it. But, its back everyday, the same one, completely fine. I always think its the voice in my head making the cuts and razor appear. But he can't do that, right? He's just a voice in my head.

I like to call him Depression. Why? Well, you probably know. He makes me depressed, cut, and suicidal. But sometimes, I even feel like there is a missing piece to my puzzle of life, and that it will never be found. And all the pain, blood, cuts, and depression makes me realize, this is all I need to be happy. All I need to forget about that missing piece. Sometimes, I don't want to cut. But Depression makes me. I have wars with Depression. We fight for happiness and death. He's of course fighting for my death. In the end of the wars, it's always the same. Depression wins. Depression always wins.

~Two Weeks Earlier~

Finding out will kill you.

Adam.

How do you know my name? Who are you? Why do you seem so familiar?

If you find out, you'll die. And do you want that?

No. I don't want to die.

That's what I thought. Now, you have to leave this city.

Why?

Because Ty is dangerous.

How is he dangerous?

He just is.

I snapped back into reality. "Look, I don't know who the fuck you are. I came in to see why you were crying, and now I know why. Have a nice day." I started to leave, when a groan suddenly came from the boy who is supposedly Mitch. I turned around.

Jerome ran over to Mitch and held his hand. "Mitch! Your awake!" He said happily. I just stood there, watching them.

Mitch suddenly yanked his hand away. "Who are you?! Why am I here?!" He shouted.

"M-Mitch? It's me, Jerome. Don't you remember me? I'm your husband."

He looked at Jerome in disgust. "Im not some gay freak! Get out of here!" Jerome slowly turned around and left the room, nearly slipping on one of his tear puddles on the floor. I followed him.

"I want to forget everything." Jerome said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He seemed a little surprised at the fact that I had heard him.

"You wouldn't understand, BECAUSE YOU FORGOT JUST LIKE MITCH DID!" He stormed down the hall and cried as he ran away. I just stood where I was.

Love is a curse. Especially if your a gay freak like him.

He isn't a freak. He just misses... Mitch.

The pain. Why me? Why does the pain keep on coming back? Is there something  I shouldn't know?

You died because of Ty.

Wh-what?

He technically killed you. Do you want that to happen again? If you don't, leave this city.

No.

The sharp pain suddenly got worse and worse, then my vision turned black.

~o~O~o~

I woke up on a soft surface with a massive headache. I rubbed my head and looked around. I was laying on top of a bed.

Where am I?

You're home. This is your home, Adam.

Y-yes... my home. But don't I have a hotel room?

You checked out early, remember?

Yes... I remember...

I felt like something was wrong... like something happened. I just shrugged. (Btw, if you are a little confused right now, Adam forgot what just happened when they were at the hospital. Also, "Depression" hacked into the computers at the hotel and checked him out.) The last thing I can remember was visiting Ty and then leaving...

The drawer. A voice suddenly spoke. It didn't sound like my voice, or the voice that I had been talking too. The voice sounded so familiar, yet there was no usual pain. Look inside the drawer. I got out of bed and looked around the room. At the very corner was a wooden stand with two drawers. I got up and walked over to the drawer. Open the top drawer. Please.I suddenly felt a huge gust of... freedom fill up inside my body. I shook my head, forgetting that strange feeling. I put my hand on the knob, and opened the drawer.

Inside was some sort of... amulet. It was surrounded with what looked like gold, and had an amethyst in the middle. The amethyst was cracked, whereas the amulet itself was bloody. I slowly moved my hand to pick the amulet up, but something stopped me. I tried to pick it up with all my strength, but all it did was make pain shoot through my arm. I stopped, and the pain went away. Weird... I suddenly noticed a note at the back of the drawer. I picked it up, a little surprised that I can pick that up. I read the note.

Open the second drawer. It read. I placed the note back inside the drawer and closed the top drawer. I noticed this drawer somehow had a lock. I tried to open the second drawer, hoping it was unlocked, and it opened. I saw a pair of headphones. It was black with a mic and a green, glowing gem, possibly an Emerald, at the sides.

Make sure nobody touches these headphones. They are very precious to me. The voice spoke again, but this time, not in my head. The voice was coming from the headphones. Protect it, because I can't. The voice started to scream. He's here... He's here! He's taking me back! I don't want to go back!And the voice didn't speak again. I felt a part of me die when he screamed. The voice just sounded so familiar, and it was screaming out in pain, and in frieght. And I couldn't do anything to help. But, I don't even know who the voice belonged to. But felt like that voice is -was- important to me. (If you are a little confused again, the words in bold AND italic are the words of someone else, and not "Depression")

That voice isn't important.

Why?

Because it's just a trapped soul, stuck in some world all alone because of something it did.

What do you mean?

I mean that the voice belonged to a soul. And now that soul is gone. It's now back in its original body.

I turned all my attention back to the drawers. At the back of the second one was a key and a note. The note read:

Lock the drawer

Throw the key away.

Protect the headphones

for that poor, dead gay.

Do one last thing

or there will be horror.

It's for your own good, now,

My eyes widened as I read the last part of the note. It was covered in dried blood, and the words were hardly able to read.

Open the third drawer.

There isn't a third drawer..... I didn't see one... There is no third drawer.... I slowly closed the second drawer, shocked to see something that was not ever there before. A third drawer. I locked the second drawer and stared at the third drawer. I carefully placed my hand on the knob, making sure it was real. Being able to touch and hold the knob, I opened the drawer about an inch, not paying attention to what was inside. I quickly closed it and gasped in freight. How the fuck is that real? How is it there?!

Don't open it.

Well, I probably should.

You probably shoudn't.

Well, I will open this impossible drawer and you can't stop me.

I again placed my hand on the knob and opened the drawer, trying to hold in my fear. My fear suddenly went away as I saw that only one little piece of paper was laying inside the impossible drawer. I slowly picked it up and saw that words were printed on it. Another note. Place the box inside the drawer. The box with the ring. Do it. Or you will die. I listened to the warning and pulled the little, black box out of my pocket. I placed it inside the drawer, and something suddenly happened. Not to the drawer, or the box, but to me.

Instead of feeling that strange, mysterious pain, I cried. I don't know why, but I cried. I shut the drawer as one of my tears fell on the box. I wiped my tears and suddenly stopped crying. But, I felt sad. All my tears were gone, but I felt sad.

Why am I sad?

You miss someone.

Who? Who do I miss?

It hurts, doesn't it?

What hurts?

Being unloved, doesn't it hurt?

I thought of the only four people I know. Ty, Jessica, Jerome, and Mitch. None of them could possibly love me. Besides I'm just some guy... some guy that nobody loves.

Yes, it does hurt. A lot, actually.

Good.

I suddenly stood up without controlling myself. I left the room and walked down the hall, then entered another room. The bathroom. I opened a cabinet, trying to win control over my body, but failing. I pulled a razor. My eyes widened in fear. I laid down against the wall and slowly moved the razor towards my arm. Then, the razor cut my skin, creating beautiful drops of blood.

Feels good, doesn't it?

I thought of Ty and Jessica, the people I know best, that I know of, and how they would feel about this. I should be in the hospital, I remembered. Oh well. If I ended up on the side of a road, I was probably abandoned. Maybe I was abandoned by someone I love.

Yes, it feels good.

~Present Time~

I found Ty and Jessica looking for me yesterday. They both looked so scared, especially Ty. When we saw eachother, Ty said that the nurses and doctors didn't care that I left. "Oh fucking well." I said. More like Depression said. Another battle; lost.

Depression has been telling me to stay away from Ty, but I won't. Because Ty might actually care for me. But, that's what hurts. Because ever since I left him and Jessica waiting for me, I had time to think. And that time when I looked right into Ty's eyes, gave me a little hint on how I feel.

I met this boy named Ty.

He was a little shy.

But, I don't care.

I don't fucking care.

But his sparkling eyes

Attract all the guys

Including me

I love Ty, can't you see?

I love Ty.

I love Ty.

I love Ty.

But I know for sure he will never love me back.

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This was probably a little shorter than usual... OH WELL!

There was poetry in this chapter... weird...

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