(A/N: If the song link doesn't work, the song is: Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park.)

1 Year and a week post SSundee's 'death'

SSundee's POV
I slowly opened my crooked eyes, staring at the wooden ceiling. My eyes were bloodshot from crying and my joints were stiff and cold from lying in the foetal position for so long. I unfurled myself and sat up, rubbing the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to quench the tears that always persisted. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, cracking my back and rubbing the back of my neck tiredly. I glared at the bloodied diamond sword propped up in the corner of the room. I knew what Derp had done to get that sword a year ago. I sighed heavily, stumbling over to the mirror hanging on the wall and staring at my reflection in it. The longer I looked at the more I looked like Derp. But my eyes were tired and dull, the crooked pupils ragged and un-shining. My breathing was uneven and my body and mind ached from constantly living on my wits.

No matter who exhausted I became, Derp would still take over and kill. I would sink lower into misery when I awoke with blood on my clothes and found it still dripping off his sword. I saw it as his sword because I blatantly refused to touch it. I felt depressed the majority of the time. The happiness had been sucked out of my life and replaced with hopelessness and lies. I ran a hand through my greasy hair and blinked hard to get rid of the tears that threatened to drown me once more. "Crying won't solve anything. You're a wreck Ian. And you know it. But somehow, you've gotta make it out of this mess you're in. Somehow...you've gotta survive." I talked to myself a lot, because I didn't have anyone else to talk to. When I did leave the house, it was either under cover of darkness or with my shades on so no one recognised me.

My old clothes had been ripped to shreds, so now I wore a black jacket and trousers with a grey belt and red belt buckle. Instead of my blue shirt that I used to wear, I now wore a blood red shirt. I still had my old grey shoes. Sad really; the only remains of my previous life were my scars and shoes. I snorted. "I've really lost the plot now haven't I? I'd rather be dead than here." Not that the clothes had been my own choice. I'd come to a year ago today to find myself in these clothes and with a diamond sword in my old rusted scabbard. I'd long ago burnt the note pinned on the wall. I had no desire to lament on the horrors of my past. This was my 'new' life now. Scavenging for food, living in the shadows, watching other people with their families and normal lives. Then seeing Derp destroy them. I knew I had depression, but I refused to accept it. I'd seen Sky suffer from depression before... I sighed. Sky...my old friend.

A name from a previous life; it brought back with it dusty memories and nebulant periods of my life I'd beforehand forgotten. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I swore and backed away into a corner, just remembering to snatch my sunglasses off the bed and jamming them on my face before holding my breath and hoping the person would go away. "Hello? Anyone in there?" My heart was pounding in my chest. I trembled as I felt the familiar, sickening feeling of numbness creeping up legs. I prayed silently that the person would leave. The numbness had reached my waist and was continuing upwards. I trembled in fear. I saw a shadow pass by on the wall and knew the person had left. The hoarse whispering in my head that now came with the shift faded away and the numbness went with it. My knees shook in relief as I slowly slid down the wall on my back.

FireSpark's POV
I sat down opposite Sky. He'd taken off his shades and they were on the table beside his arm. His yellow, mismatched eyes were tired and bright with pain. We were all suffering. Today was a year since Ian passed away. I fought back the tears just thinking about it. I still saw him in my mind. Saw him stab himself. Saw the blood soaking his chest. Saw him staggering backwards towards the edge. If only I'd got there in time. He wouldn't have fallen. Not that it would've changed anything. He'd still be dead. Sky lay his hand over mine, knowing I was suffering from as much grief as he was. His eyes filled with tears and I bowed my head, sobbing silently. The pain of loss was still as raw as the day the wound was inflicted. Sky reached over and turned the radio on.

"Today the world mourns the loss of a great man. Ian Marcus Stapleton died a year ago now, yet his 3 million subscribers, friends and family still miss him dearly. There are many rumours circulating his death, many of which involve that of a mysterious individual under the alias of 'Derp' SSundee."

Sky's grip on my hand tightened in anger at the mention of Derp's name.

"However he died, Ian, or 'SSundee', as his internet alias was, will and still is, be missed. Now we have a song request made by a very close friend of Ian's."

The song began to play and my tears began to fall. It got to the chorus and my breathing shuddered as I thought of Ian. Of his bright blue eyes. Of his rare mischievous grin. Of his strength and determination. Of his sacrifice to save his friends. He'd been a fighter to the end, and I was proud to say I'd known and loved him to the bitter end.

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

I sighed as the song ended.

"And that song was submitted by SkyDoesMinecraft. Also known as Adam Dahlberg. Now, we're going to discuss the matter of the recent murders-"

Sky switched off the radio after that. I knew why. It reminded us all too much of the pain Ian suffered. I smiled weakly at him. "You submitted that?" He smiled back. "Yeah. I-it just reminded me of him." I nodded. "Yeah." Mitch walked in, face pale and streaked with tears. "H-Hey guys-" His voice suddenly cracked and a strangled sob escaped him. I stood up and hugged him. We were all grieving. If only Ian was still alive...if only Derp had never existed...if only...