James Diamond hated rainbows. He hated that they signified peace, serenity, beauty… in short, everything that he desperately wanted but could never truly have. His life was never peaceful. At home, his father had walked out five years ago, spitting over his shoulder that his mother was a "self-centered conceited slut of a bitch" and that he didn't give a damn about James. Serenity was made impossible by the hundreds of paparazzi that surrounded him each day, begging for a smile, a few words, maybe a mention of his friends. Beauty was another story altogether. Each morning, James Diamond put on his face. He would spend an hour in front of the mirror, fixing, rearranging, styling, only to take it all off, unsatisfied, and start over. His looks, his beauty, even his silky chocolate locks of hair- it was all fake.

James Diamond hated the rainbow sign. It signified gays, lesbians, bisexuals… whatever you wanted to call it, it was a man loving a man or a woman loving a woman. Just like James. He hated that it called on every part of him that his friends would hate most. That it reminded him so desperately of his once-love, Kendall Knight. That Kenall was now in love with a girl named Jo, and had forgotten about their hidden whirlwind of romance.

James Diamond loved the color red. It showed power, anger, control- everything he had locked inside. It was the same color as the bloodhe drew from his body with each quick swipe of a pocket blade. The same color as the scars on his wrists, permanent and overlapping from the many openings and closings. From wound, to heal, and then back again, James would make each line stay, no matter how long it took.

James Diamond hated the color blue. It represented sadness, unhappiness, broken-heartedness, and a forgotten love. It was Kendall's favorite color, now destined to make James forever angry. It showed in a person's eyes when they were sad. It showed in James' eyes when he was sad. But that was what sunglasses were for.

James Diamond was a very unhappy man. A very self-destructive man. There are so many things wrong with him. But only in his eyes. To the world at large, James is thin, beautiful, talented, perfect. To James, he is fat, ugly, a terrible singer, and a mistake. So he just stopped. Stopped eating, to lose weight. Stopped listening, to shield himself from what he had long-ago convinced herself were remarks about his terrible looks. Stopped trying, and just did electronic remixes of his voice to perform to. Stopped caring if he lived, and tried to kill himself.

James Diamond gave up. James Diamond ruined his life. So James Diamond ran away, not seen for months on end, until one day- one day that nobody in Hollywood could force out of their minds. James had done so much worse than run away- he had hung himself off the Hollywood sign. Forever destined to live in peoples' minds, the same way he so wished he didn't have to. Goodbye, James.