Arty Nodded to all his friends, but inside he was screaming so loud it was ripping his soul in half, "Yeah you guys should just relax I'll be fine...Please don't fight for me..." Arty pulled out his notebook and opened the black chapter where his most grusome pieces were kept, "I know how to handle my problems any way..." Arty started drawingso quickly it snapped his pencil but Arty was unaffected as he switched to his mechanical one and drew his picture. It wasof him on his knees in a pool of his own blood with slit wrists and in the blood were the words, Fag, Queer, Emo, Loser and many more. Arty let out all his sorrow into the one picture and stopped when it was complete. The tears were gone now replaced with Arty's usual emotionless facade.