"hmm...." i look at shadow, wondering why he would want to stay out of her room so badly. i walk down to the lobby and stare at my wrists. dry blood was still there of the sad attempt at "cutting", or so the humans called it. i grabbed my tail and stroked it, pushing my claws into the muscle, trying to inflict some kind of pain. it didn't work. WHAT does the world have against emos?*