I know, I know. I started a knew story. But fuck you, I wanted to x)

I hope you all saw the Book 3 Trailer. I won't spoil it, but there's a part in there half the fandom will fan-girl over.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra or anything else in this bitch. Thnx, bai!

Hashtag Korrasami

It's strange that it can be so quiet even though I'm screaming bloody murder in my own mind. Nobody can hear me, only I can. But it's so tangible, so realistic to listen to the broken cry and imagine it shattering every mirror within its distance.

It's odd that the sun can shine and the moon can glow just like it's any other average day even though the voices in my head are driving me insane, telling me to do to myself what I know isn't the right thing to do. But I always reach up and tug harshly at my hair until the loud whispering dissipates into oblivion until they come again.

It's bizarre that I can just grab a small razor blade and direct it toward the point on my arm that itches or vibrates with woes most. But... There is no 'but'. I always make the incision. Because when I look in the mirror. I don't like what I see, and I don't like what I've become either.

I always see girls walking around the city with gorgeous hair, pale skin, expensive jewelry, and luxurious clothing and shoes. I have none of those qualities. I have a messy tribal hairstyle typically meant for boys in the South, dark Water Tribe skin, tribal armbands, threadbare clothing in which the sweats are meant for men when they go out hunting, and big fur boots. Not to mention my strong physique I acquired from years of training to be the Avatar.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror at Air Temple Island, holding the razor tightly with unsteady fingers at my left wrist in which at least seven other scars lay. I never bothered to heal them because they were a reminder to me of why exactly I do it: to see the crimson liquid run slowly down the length of my forearm and palm. It reminds me I'm alive.

I've been locked away at a compound for thirteen years by the White Lotus Sentries to learn bending. I was never allowed out of their sight, and they barely ever taught me anything else besides bending; only the history of my culture, the basics of math- but they've never told me what sex was. I found out what sex was when I got to republic city, Pema having to go through the entire explanation at least four times for me to understand the concept.

I've never been taught what's socially acceptable and what's not. I've never been told about insecurities. I've never figured out my insecurities... Until I started seeing the city's people and society, that is. I don't even know how the hell I snagged Mako before I fell for Asami after she moved into the Air Temple during the Equalist Revolution. However, the first week and a half into my life in Republic City had the problem begun.

I've told Katara how I felt about all this when she attempted to restore my bending after the Revolution ended. I told her how I get this feeling where I don't feel human, as if everyone looks at me and automatically assumes I'm some sort of... oddity; it makes me feel like I'm less than what I originally thought I was.

Through the years Katara went on to tell me how Aang went through a similar phase, though not as emotional. She told me he used to look in the mirror at least twice a day and just stare and touch his face. Evidently he overcame this depression because he had his friends and family around to help him through it.

The last of that conversation was a year before she died.

The only thing I left out about me when I told was that I cut myself and hide the scars under my armband. I want help so badly, but I was afraid if I did tell someone they might reprimand me. Or worse, send me back to the White Lotus compound forever. No, I didn't want that at all. I didn't want to go back and be alone, without anybody like my parents, or Tenzin and Pema to understand and help me through my loneliness; to know that there's more to me than just being the Avatar.

Still holding the razor in my right hand, I place both hands on the white stone sink with my head down and staring straight into the drain of the basin. "Am I not anything besides the Avatar?" I asked myself in a quavering voice and a quivering lip just on the verge of tears as they well up in my paled blue eyes. "Am I not Korra, too?" A single tear falls from my right eye as another rolls down my left cheek.

I slowly lift my head to look into the mirror. I see a sad face, and for a split second I see Aang then Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, Yang-Chen; the speed picking up a million miles a second, I see Wan. Although my connection to my incarnations are lost, A lot of their faces are still stuck in my head.

"So I'm just the same person..." I realize in a shaky voice. 'Everyone will see me as Aang's reincarnation, his legacy. And everyone probably referred to Aang as Roku's legacy, Roku as Kyoshi's, Kyoshi as Kuruk's, and the whole nine yards, huh?' I ask myself as dejection and anger fill my mind. "No... no. No. No! NO!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I have a flashback of the White Lotus Dragging me from my family to begin training at the compound.

I clutch at my hair, tugging tightly at my hair to make the voices go away. But they don't. They don't stop, but only become louder.

'Why didn't you stop Amon when you first found out he was a threat, you stupid girl!? Why couldn't you just listen to your father when he told you Unalaq was evil, you reckless bitch!? Why did you kiss Mako when you knew he was dating Asami, you fucking slut!? Why didn't you tell Mako you like Asami before you gave your speech at the South Pole, you immature cunt!? WHY AREN'T YOU AS GOOD AN AVATAR AS AANG WAS, YOU INSUFFERABLE FUCK!?'

"GET OUT!" I scream at the top of my lungs, rapping my knuckles harshly at my skull. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I cry once more as I fall to my knees on the floor of the bathroom with my fingers pulling painfully at my hair until my roots began to tingle and sting, tears flowing like waterfalls down my face.

I hear running footsteps stop abruptly at the locked bathroom door before they start banging on it. "KORRA! KORRA, LET ME IN!" Tenzin barks in a demanding tone, continuing to bang on the door.

'I have to do this quickly. To stop the voices. To know that the blood is still there. I have to make sure.' I thought as I stumbled to my feet and clumsily grabbed another razor on the sink's counter not knowing where I dropped the other one.

'WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BITCH!? DO IT!'

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yell at the voice before quickly slicing the sharp blade at the elbow-end of my forearm the letter 'I', and then an apostrophe and 'M' as the banging on the door becomes harder, and several screaming voices are begging for me to come out. However, I continue to carve a 'K' and 'O' as I wince and whimper at the pain and sting, smiling lightly with satisfaction as the blood trickles down my arm before I carve an 'R' twice right next to one another; and finally, I finish with an 'A.' I drop the bloody razor and inelegantly turn to face the door.

"KORRA! PLEASE COME OUT SO WE CAN TALK!"

"Pema..." I mouth with a faint smile, my eyelids suddenly becoming heavy as I ignore grabbing a towel to stop the bleeding.

"KORRA! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! DON'T BE STUPID!"

"Mako..." I whisper, my smile becoming just the slightest bit brighter as my eyes flutter open and closed. More blood loss.

"KORRA! I'M SURE WE CAN MEDITATE ON THIS! JUST OPEN THE DOOR!"

"Tenzin..." I whisper louder, my legs becoming weaker as I shut my eyes for a few moments before opening them again to stare at the door. The flood keeps trickling faster.

"KORRA! PLEASE STOP SCARING US AND OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!"

"Bolin..." I said in a low tone, falling back to lean against the sink's counter as my legs were no longer able to hold me while I fought to keep my eyes open, my vision blurry. The blood continues to roll in large beads down the length of my arm and fingers.

"KORRA! WE'RE WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

"Asami." I said rather loudly, my body going out on me as a fell to the floor with a thud. My vision became entirely hazy before my eyes fluttered shut, not realizing I had gotten blood on the white stone sink and tiled floor.

I heard the door burst open (probably caused Bolin bending a block of earth from the thick masonry) before I fell into the abysmal ditch of unconsciousness.

I'm watching American Horror Story with my mommy now b/c she hasn't seen it at all. On the first season. WEEEE- Bye!

-TheClaudMaster