'It's alright, it's alright,' she thought, rocking back and forth, 'I'm okay.'

Her knuckles turned white from the death grip she had on the stone.

She sat in an empty stairwell of LME. These stairs were hardly every used, so she came here when she needed to cry.

Her knees were tucked up under her chin, and her eyes were squeezed shut, to temporarily stop the flood she knew was coming. Because, what good was a dam against a tsunami?

She tried again shutting her eyes even tighter, and squeezing her hands so that they might have turned the stone to powder.

'I'm strong. I'm okay when I have you, Corn. I can make it.'

"It'll be okay, it'll be okay," she chanted, her eyes opening and overflowing with tears. She looked down into her open hands, smeared with blood. The jagged edges had dug into her skin and ripped it open, leaving her bleeding.

"WHY ISN'T IT WORKING!" she screamed to the empty stairwell, springing to her feet.

Harsh wails ripped from her throat, mixing with her cries and screams.

Her knees hit the ground as her legs gave out, not having the will to stand anymore. She crumpled to the ground, curled in on herself, defenseless. Her breaths turned to gasps in between which she let out her sorrowful cries.

Broken. Hopeless. Dead. Defeated. Unwanted. Depressed. Abandoned.


Hey, I was feeling a little depressed, so I wrote this. Don't feel obligated to review for this one. Ren is not dead, btw. I never intended for it to seem that way. =)