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....My Friends....

Hey guys, this chapter has a lot of bad things going on and lots of mature content. So:                                                                *WARNING MATURE CONTENT AHEAD*

I silently watched as tears poured from the host club king's eyes as he ran to my side. A strong pair of arms pulled me out of the way of Tamaki. Letting out a soft sigh, my gaze averted from the idiot blonde and to Kyoya, whom nodded. A sharp glare of light coming off of his glasses. 

Once again sighing I began to speak.

"I have Mood Disorder, Psychotic Disorder, PTSD, Delusional Disorder, Insanity, Sleep Disorder/Insomnia, Stress Response Disorder/Adjustment Disorder, Depersonalization Disorder. I forgot my pills and...Then this happened. I'm sorry to worry you guys, I should probably start heading home. Once again, I'm sorry. I'll leave now." 

Everyone was stunned, even Kyoya was surprised by the amount of problems I had. I sat up, getting out of the soft bed, only to be pulled into a hug. A hug from seven people, every person in the host club. I winced every time they pressed against my cuts. 

Quickly I slip out of the group of people, my grey eyes emotionless. Pushing everyone out of my pained life. The club yelled at me to come back as I ran off, trying to get back to my mansion unnoticed. 

Tears made my eyes come to life as the streamed down my face, burning my blurred eyes. Redness beginning to form around my eyes. I couldn't take it any longer. It hurt so, so much....It pained my stitched up heart, breaking it. I felt my shaky knees give in as I made it behind the gate of my mansion. 

Colorful lights flashed quickly to a beating bass inside of the mansion as I found myself getting up and holding onto the gate for support.

People....Too many people are here. Why are they here? Why am I here? What is happening? Why is my mind always doing this? What is wrong with me? How can I stop the pain? I want to stop the pain....I need to stop the pain.

 My head filled with painful questions that I didn't have an answer to. I knew it was stupid, but I tried to sneak into my room from a patch of strong ivy that grew on the side of the house. Once I climbed up into the window, I only felt my heart break more. 

"Quincey. Why are you here? You should just go jump off that bridge that every piece of trash jumps off of." a pink haired male spoke, a dark smirk planted on his face as his piercing yellow eyes struck me in the heart. 

"Makota....Wh-Wh-What are y-y-you doing h-here? I thought y-y-you mo-moved...?" 

"You idiot piece of trash. I had to do my job before leaving for good, I will be leaving to Alaska tomorrow, and I wanted to make sure you, fag, were dead. So I thought, 'why not push him to do it himself?' and I was right!" Makota chuckled, his eyes wide as he grinned sadistically. "You fucking piece of shit, I'm gonna make you die. You don't deserve this world, no life will be good for you, you're better off dead." he smirked, staring straight into my eyes. "That is why I am going to make you suffer before you go."

I began to feel my hands shake, I couldn't move. I was too fear struck to do anything. I just watched as Makota bit down roughly on my neck, sucking and kissing up and down it. I struggled to break free from the death hold the other male put me in, but failed miserably.

Makota then pulled my pant down along with his, "You slut, you love this. You love this you fag." he whispered in my ear, pushing his hard cock in my ass. I felt tears stream down my face as I was rapped by my ex bully. 

I cried and struggled, trying to hit him, punch him, do anything to get out of there. He just continued to thrust into me, I screeched at the top of my lungs. He punched my jaw, scratched down my sides, and pushed his hand against my throat, choking me.