BROKEN

"Stop!" Kara cried straddling over me and pinning my hands above my head where the gun was out of my reach.

I quickly retaliated throwing her under me and cowering over her hearing her melodic pulse in harmony with mine, but I ignored it.

"I want to die, Kara. I'm sick of living in a world where people judge those who they don't know. I'm sick of listening to those heartbeats, those pulses. They are so calm and for all I know I'll never have one, but worst of all, I'm sick of people looking at me and pitying me, yet leaving me on my own where I'm forced to fight myself."

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Ace Sullivan knew that there was something wrong with him. Ever since the murder of his family at a young age, he had been...strange. He never could concentrate. All he heard were pulses. Pulses that were calm and slow. Pulses that he would never have. They pounded in his ears, but it wasn't only them...it was also the voices. The voices that whispered things about him. The voices that had no idea who he was, and sometimes the pulses and the voices were too much and he wanted to end it all. Deep down, he knew what he was...he was just too disgusted by himself to admit the truth.

Kara Harrison knew that there was something wrong with him. She remembered the day after the murder. He never spoke to her. They were best friends before everything happened and then he shut her out. She tried to get his attention, but he never seemed to notice. She always caught him downing painkillers or wearing headphones or simply covering his ears. He was hearing something that was bothering him and she wanted to be there for him.

"I'm broken, angel. You know that."

"That simply makes me want to mend you even more."