"If you love me, let me go." -Panic! At The Disco

Creator's PoV: I sat on the edge of my bed, sobbing. 13 years. 13 years of chasing her. It was all for nothing. No one understood, no one ever will. I should disappear. I should commit. N-no! What am I thinking?! I can't do that now! I've gone to far to back out now! But... It might be best if I did.

I sighed and looked at my razor. The shine, it beacons me. I turned away quickly. I made a promise to Timothy. But... It can't hurt to do it once more. I stood and walked to the table with my razor on it. I reached out for it. I pulled my arm back. I have to stop. But I can't let go. I looked at the time. 6:31 am. I grabbed my white lab coat and headed out of the door of my bedroom.

I put it on and went to my piano. I sighed and sat on the stool. I started playing This Is Gospel by Panic! At the Disco! I sung along.

"This is gospel for the fallen ones, locked to wait in permanent slumber," I began. I started getting louder at the middle, "If you love me let me go!!! If you love me let me go!!! Cause these words are knifes that often leave scars! The fear of falling apart... And truth be told I never was yours! The fear the fear of falling apart...," I continued. By the end of the song, tears were streaming down my face.

A voice in the back of my head screamed, "Give up! Just give up already!" I ignored it. I started playing I Write Sins Not Tragedies by P!ATD. Again, I sung along. At the end, I checked the time. 6:48. I got up and wiped tears from eyes and grabbed my backpack. I started walking to skool. I know that's not how you spell it, but my town is full of idiots. No one noticed me, because they didn't care anymore. I don't blame them. I walked in, staying silent as I walked to class. I didn't say hi to my friends. Wanna know why? It's because I don't have any friends. Except Timothy. He died last year. I wiped forming tears away.

"Is the human crying?" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned away.

"I'm fine, Kenny."

"You know I hate that nickname."

"Ok, Ken."

"Nevermind," Kennedy said.

"Ok then."

"Anyways, why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying."

"Yes you are. I'd wipe your tears away but I'd burn myself."

I silent wiped some tears away. I looked away. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked at Ken in the eyes, something we haven't done in a while. I started to cry. Ken put something on his chest, then hugged me. I buried my face in his chest. Don't worry, he's not completely female. He stroke my hair, careful not to mess up my scythe-like hair. Why is he helping me? We've been enemies for 13 years, since 3rd grade! I will admit that he is cute. Oh god. What am I thinking?! My hormonal instincts kicked in.

Well, he's cute, and caring. Oh no I'm not falling for him! Why wouldn't you? Are you crazy?! He's an alien! And you're genderless.

I continued having an argument in my mind. I was gripping Ken's trench coat. A few minutes later, I stopped crying and my unburied head from his chest. I was, again, taller than Ken, so he looked at me.

I sighed. I don't know anymore. Should I commit?