*Ruby POV*
I looked into the mirror. All I saw was a monster. I always wanted to be a hero, but instead became something more sinister than the Grimm. The harder I looked at myself, the bigger the migraine became. Memories flooded back to me. Ones of when I was younger, happy. Laughing, until they became more recent, events of me beating (Y/N) all those times. Even shooting as practice, me laughing all the while he cried. I didn't deserve happiness. I deserve his pain, his suffering for all the wrong I did to him. I looked down at the razor as I started cutting myself. The pain flared in my arms as I felt what it feels like to be him. I deserved it though. I am but a monster that should be tortured.
*Yang POV*
I sat at Juniors bar drinking. I'm pathetic, weak. No wonder my mom left me. I deserved no love. I am weak, quick to anger. It felt cold, because of me. I caused this, I am the worse. I should just die. Go into the back alley and die like the filth I am. It wouldn't matter, yet make the world a better place. Because of me, it's not. It's all my fault. I hate myself. I fuck everything up. Wherever I go, I fuck it up. Like my mother and father's relationship. Even (Y/N), a boy to always respect me, a person who a whore, one who doesn't deserve respect, and yet I hurt him. I hugged (Y/N)'s shirt as his scent faded away leaving nothing but a ghost to keep me company.
*Weiss POV*
I sat on the roof, looking up into the night sky. It was so beautiful, so perfect, unlike me. I deserve death, to be thrown out. How could I hurt someone so precious, someone so perfect. That's my biggest fault, is always being in the way. It doesn't matter, I deserve to die anyways. I'm worse than my dad. People would applause in the streets if I hung myself. Damn myself, I deserve to be shot, no one would care. After all, I'm a nuisance, a failure, but most importantly, a mistake.
*Blake POV*
I sat reading in my bed, but my thoughts kept getting in the way. How could I, a terrorist, a bitch, hurt someone who accepted me. People like me are the reason for all the problems in the world. It would be best to throw myself off a cliff, or shoot myself. I deserve death. I had to be a fucking hypocrite. Worse than Ada. People wouldn't mind me slitting my own neck. I'm only a waste of space after all.
*Lyla POV*
I sat beside my brother's bed. He was asleep because of shock. I should've known better, done something. I'm sorry I didn't see your suffering. From now on, I'll make sure you safe and happy. Nothing like this will ever happen again.
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