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Okay, so I finished this story and decided to share it. It is sad and some of you may not like it, but refrain from nasty comments. I will try to update more then I do my other story, I am not giving up on my other story, I just need a little time away from it. I hope you enjoy.

"Laughter. I remember laughter. I can't remember what was so funny, or if someone had said something, but we were laughing a lot. It slowly turned to screams after the first gasp. So much screaming." I closed my eyes as I felt the sting of tears. I couldn't cry anymore, I had cried too much, but I could still feel the sting of tears. "Kimmy found him. Poor, poor, Kimmy."

            I opened my eyes and looked at the man, who sat in a chair next to the couch I lay on, as he wrote something down. He had short grey hair with grey green eyes under glasses and wore dress pants with a matching sweater. "That's Kimmy with a Y. K. I. M. M. Y." I knew I was stalling, but I didn't want to talk about that night.

            My doctor nodded. "Yes, we've talked about her before." I blinked. We had? He nodded again. "Yes we have, you told me she was your friend."

            I looked away. Ever since the accident I had trouble keeping my thoughts in my head. "I had forgotten." I jumped as the buzzer went off, signaling our time was up. My father may have thought I was crazy, but he was a cheap bastard and would barely pay for my hour weekly session.

            My doctor chuckled. "Your father is very cheap."

            My face turned a deep red and I stood. "I have to go." I walked to the door. "Thanks doc." I went to open the door.

            "You know Brandon, a spot opened up at the clinic. If you would like to, I could speak to your father for you." I stood frozen. Everyone knew that the clinic was filled with nut jobs. I looked at my wrists, covered in cuts. Maybe I should go..."Great. I'll speak with your father." My doctor said.

            I flushed and ran out the door. I dragged my ball cap down and fixed my jeans. It was dangerous to be a Neko now a days. I focused on counting down from a million until I got home. 999,999. 999,998.....329,015.

            "Why are you counting?" I looked up and saw a girl in front of me; she had pink, spiky hair with pink eyes. She wore a pink mini skirt with a pink blouse. So much pink.

            "I wasn't." I mumbled, hoping she would go away. No such luck.

            "I heard you." I sighed. Why couldn't this stupid fairy princess leave me alone? I jumped as she answered. "One I'm not a fairy princess, I'm a Pixie. Two I'm not stupid. Three, who died? You look more depressed then a ghoul."

             I felt a deep pain in my chest and looked away. "My brother." I whispered.

            I heard her gasp. "Oh my god. I am so sorry. I didn't know. God I feel like a total bitch."

            I shrugged. "Like you said, you didn't know." I started walking again. 329,014. 329,013.