This is a very dark fanfic -.-' I wrote it while listening to 'Breaking The Habit' by Linkin Park. You might notice (a lot) some lyrics in there. x3 I can't tell if It should be Rated T or M.. So.. I'll do T right now.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Star Wars Rebels, I just own my idea. :D

This is set after Legacy.

Cant tell if this should be a one-shot or not either.

Ezra's POV

Memories. Memories consuming his mind. Breaking though this currently paper thin barriers and making his breath hitch.

" If we don't fight.. who will? " A ghostly voice whispered in his ear, resembling his father's.

" Shut up! Shut up! " He muttered, burrying his face in his pillow, trying to block out the voices.

Ezra's mind was being swarmed with memories, he didnt need this, he was hurting so much more than before.

He quickly got up and locked the door before Zeb could barge in and see him like this.

He laid on his bunk, drained from all energy. He wished he could cry, to let it out, but he couldn't.

Tears pricked his eyes and as much as Ezra tried to make them fall, they stubbornly refused to do so.

Ezra sighed, and sat up. He glanced at his backpack, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He looked in one of the secret side pockets and found his 'cure.' A rusty razor blade, with dried blood.

A half-smile, half-grimance found its way onto his face. He took it out and took a deep breath, he hasnt cut since he joined the crew.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm and braced himself, pushing hard against the skin. The razor made no sound as it effortlessly opened up a wound on Ezra's arm. The wound was white for a few seconds until blood started flowing.

Seeing this much blood, Ezra started to panic. He must have done it harder than he thought. He quickly searched for the bandages in his backpack as a few drops of blood dropped onto his bed.

He found the bandages and quickly wrapped it around tightly, ignoring the dull throb.

He placed the Razor back in his backpack and tied a small knot to secure the bandages.

He felt like he needed to say something, anything so he opened his mouth and said the first words that came to his mind.

" I don't know what's worth fighting for, Or why I have to scream, I don't know why I instigate, And say what I don't mean, I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright. "

Ezra sighed, he knew he needed to stop this. He decided that this wound was the last one he'd inflict on himself.

" So I'm breaking the habit, I'm breaking the habit, tonight. " It sounded strangely like a song he once knew, so he searched his mind for the rest of it.

" I don't want to be the one, The battles always choose, 'Cause inside I realize, That I'm the one confused ".

He heard the sound of the override code being activated and the lock removing. He quickly hid his arm under the blanket as he saw the person walk in.

" Hey Ki- What's that?! "

Ezra looked at the blanket area near his backpack and realised he forgot to cover up the blood.

...

Oops.

I like ending it like that x3

I dont know why its just so fun!

The song is really amazing.

I have weird song taste.

This is based of true events.

( Off me. -.-' )

But thats when I accidently cut myself.

I was angry at myself and everything and I had a shower, I was just shaving... ( Yeah, I sometimes shave, its weird. ) my left arm when I pressed a little hard without thinking and blood problems. x3

Yeah...

*oops*

Read and Review! Tell me if I should change the rating or leave it like that.. I mean this could be a stand alone story in one chapter, but.. I think you guys would like two ( or more ) chapters.

Seeya! Stay strong! ( Especially you Ezra )

~ May The Force Be With You, Always.