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PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER GET PRETTY GRUESOME AND DEPICT EXRREME (and horribly written) VIOLENT ACTS

A/n: I really hate chapter three, and this is very much a filler chapter to get us to the next place we need to be. Also, mostly unedited...again. if something doesn't make sense I'm sorry, and comment asking whatever question you have

I didn't like what had happened, if I'm to be honest. But deep down something about it was right. Helen had snapped again, as we all knew it would happen soon enough. His mother had found a way of blaming me, but it truthfully wasn't my fault.

After our talk a few weeks ago; after drugging him in my room and letting his own dark thoughts invde my mind, he seemed to slip to the depths of darkness again. The whole situation reminded me so much of the first time he snapped, when he shoved Tom from the roof and left an entire town terrified of his presence until he been forgotten in the god forsaken building of padded white madness.

It was three years ago, in 7th grade. All of the kids were just starting to hit the phase of bullying; of pushing each other around and throwing hurtful insults that hurt so much more than  a playground game of "I know you are but what am I".

It never bothered me, as it always seemed to be something to fulfill the sick needs of someone else, but Helen took it differently. When some would steal his sketch pad, call him crazy and push him to the dirt for having a girls name it hurt him so much more than it should have. He would cry to me over the phone over those little, pointless things and yell in fits of anger about how badly he just wanted to see them painted in red with they're skin stained forever, eyes glazed over in endless pain.

And never once did I ask him why. I thought it was all just a thought that he would never dare to act on, a simple pattern of a fit that I though I could relate too.

Boy was I wrong.

The burn was slow, searing it's way across his mind before catching flame and setting alight all of his actions. By the time I realized he was serious, it was too late. Carefully, and more importantly calmly, Helen walked to the roof of the school after class, several kids following him, shouting slurs and jokingly asking if he was finally ready to end it...

Then they all realized that he was.

Helen stepped onto the ledge all to easily, and they quickly quieted down as he turned to them.

"You're all stupid," he whispered, the maniac laughter floating up his throat "You're all so stupid for following me up here."

One small step back, and that's when I saw what he was really doing. Begging, silently, for someone to join him in an attempt to save him.

Tom stepped our first, closing the distance to the ledge. His voice was calm, gentle apologies and asking for Helen to step down, to not do.