Everything was distorted. It was like trying to look through layers of hammered glass, waiting to see a clear image on the other side. A figure I'd become well acquainted with was sitting next to me, not particularly acknowledging my presence, but definitely not ignoring it. "Hey there. Did you think I forgot about you?" He smirked. "If only. I don't need you." I shot back at it. "Of course you do. Everyone needs Depression. It brightens up my day while ruining yours. What a beautiful arrangement, don't you think?" It taunted. I'd tried to leave it here once, and it wouldn't let me. I just had to face the fact that Depression was too strong. But somewhere, deeper down, I refused. "Being bullied into submission by emotion will not solve things." I smiled. The smile shattered the glass. It was an earpeircing shatter that made me stop what I was doing.
(Reality, LOL)
(3rd Person!)
Kyoya sat next to Takumi in the ambulance. The others had taken the limo. Kyoya was frowning, as usual, but there was something off. He just couldn't place it. Takumi Arashi Shiro, if you die I will kill you. He was upset. Had Takumi not noticed he felt ill? All of that work. It kept him from noticing. I kept him from noticing.
Takumi began to stir beside him. "Isn't that just like you?" He asked, ruffling Kyoya's hair. "Always there." Takumi still felt the vertigo, the after-effects of it making him nauseous. "The club wanted me to represent them." The boy said gruffly, pushing up his glasses and frowning. It was lighter now, knowing that Takumi would be able to talk. "Are you alright?" Kyoya asked the boy, feigning disinterest. "Absolutely!" Takumi grinned. He began to sit up, but groaned and fell back into mindless sleep. "No, you aren't. You've been lying since I hired you." He scowled, brushing stray peices of hair from his friend's face. As if I can call him that.