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Pidge's POV~

Have you ever felt alone, like nobody sees you, let alone understands you. You are one small fish in this giant ocean, but everyone's too busy looking at the devise in their hand, to even care about some loser like me. Welcome to my life.

"Why don't you act like Person A? Wow you're related to him! You two are so different."

Thank you, I know I am not enough for you, don't remind me.

"Katie dear, it is time for dinner, let's go!" my mother's voice echos up the stair, and in the empty house. I slowly climb down the thirteen steps of a cold house. I slowly pulled the chair out before sitting down and joining my mom at the dinner table.

"Mom, I go by Pidge now. Can you at least try to call me Pidge?" I asked and she looked at me with sad eyes. She always looks at me that way.

"I am trying, it's just. You have been my little Katie for years, it is hard to just switch. You do understand right?" she asked looking towards her plate.

I gave a loud sigh before grabbing the knife from the table. I slowly cut the steak into smaller pieces.

"Your teacher called today, he believes you need some therapy." my mom remarked looking towards me.

"Yeah, totally..." I mumbled back. I will never be good enough for him anyway. I fail his class no matter how hard I tried. My mom beamed in the chair beside me. "Stop beaming, I was being sarcastic. I don't believe I need one."

"That's what they all say, but then you find someone bleeding to death." my mom remarked. I dropped my knife staring at her.

"Mom!" I yelled before standing and leaving my full plate of food on the table. I could hear her mumbling to herself as I stormed off. The slam of my door behind me echoed in the empty house. I fell to the floor in front of the door holding my head, holding in the screams.

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Keith's POV~

I watched my pencil glide across the page as I doodled. There was a soft whisper of the music slowly fading in the background. The room was dark except one light on the bed stand beside me. The boy I was drawing slowly transformed from happy and cute, to sad and ugly. I threw my sketch book onto the floor. I can't stop drawing me. I used to draw my own characters, but now, all I can draw is how miserable I feel. The door slowly opened as my "mom" walks in. She flips the switch and blinds me with brighter light. She slowly moves and picks the discarded sketchbook up. I move hurriedly to grab the book from her hands before she see. Her eyes were wide with horror as she looked at the boy in the picture cup his bleeding arms, there was a pocket knife discarded on the bed beside him. She looked at me before she place the sketchbook on the desk beside her.

"I want your pocket knife, now." She said through her shaky voice. I sigh and hand my second pocket knife to her. "You haven't been cutting right?" She questions the worry president in her eyes. I look at the sketchbook then her.

"No ma'am. I haven't been cutting." she gave a soft sigh before hugging me. She slowly close the door. I turned towards my bed before plopping down. Rolling onto my back I stared at the ceiling before closing my eyes. The light was too bright. I stand and make my way towards the light switch. With a small flip the room grew dark. The lamp beside my bed was the only light. Opening the top drawer of the side table, I find the blade.

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Shiro's POV~

My mom hugged me as I walked towards her. She had a smile stretching from ear to ear. Her son is finally home. But everything feels different. I started at the house for a long moment before my mother grabbed my arm and lead me inside.

"So, I know you just got out of a hospital, but, you need a therapist. Takashi, please listen to me. You need to talk to someone about what happened to you. Maybe you can get over your dead friend." I looked at my mother as her words ended. I gave s small huff as I hurriedly pushed past her and towards my room. I fell onto the bed before slowly getting comfortable.

"Takashi-"

"Shiro, that is what my friends call me, so please call me Shiro." I growled looking at my mom, she sighed.

"Shiro, do you want dinner, I can make something if you want." She asked I rolled away from her. "Shiro?" she questioned.

"I am fine. I just want to sleep." I mumbled into my pillow. The scream of the door told me she left. I slowly let my eyelids fall, as I fell asleep.

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Shay's POV~

I watched the toddler run around playing with the airplane, her hair bouncing with every step. I smile and grabbed one of her stuffed toys, before playing the monster trying to crash her plane.

"That's disgusting. How old are you? Eighteen? And you have a one year old. You are a disgrace to the human race." my brother growled from behind me. I turn to look at him. His eyes were filled with hate.

"I had no control over this, you know that!" I whispered. My daughter slowly stopped playing with her toy. She might not fully understand, but she can feel the air tense.

"You are a lier. You were never raped, and she was from a drunk night out. You irresponsible whore." He stormed off. I turned back towards my daughter.

"Elena, I love you with all my heart." I mumbled before playing with her.

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Hunk's POV~

"Hunk darling you really should talk to more people. Especially outside of Lance. He is just... sad." I heard my mother bag as I texted my only friend. I don't talk to people because I have social anxiety, I broke down the last time I met a complete stranger. And my mom laughed. I stay in my small circle of letting Lance help me.

Lance is an extrovert, but recently he has been really depressed and won't talk to me about most things. Or often. I hope he gets through this, it seems like something really bad, but I don't know how to help.

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Lance's POV~

I sat on the roof of my house listening to the crickets of the night compose their song. It was easy to forget the pains that lived just below me in the peace of the night. How long will it last?

"Lance! Get off that damn roof!" I could hear my father yell from my room. Slowly I made my way to him.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" He whispered. I gave a small nod and was left alone in my room. I turned towards my bed. It is a bunk bed. The bottom bunk is nearly made and has a rose on the bunk. I make my way to the top bunk and try to sleep. The hot tears couldn't pull me to the void. Not tonight.