Cryptic Hush – Epilogue

WARNINGS: PLEASE READ!

1) There is self harm in this and mentions of it and more in later chapters. If this is something that effects you then I would advise against reading it.

2) For some reason, this website has somehow managed to edit out most of my page breaks, so at times it will seem like the scenes change very abruptly.

3) There are spelling mistakes, and it have neither the time or patience to go through all the chapters and do this (same reason about page breaks). I'm sorry, but if you want to read this, then you'll have to bear with it. One day I might re-do it, but I have a lot of other stuff going on right now so I doubt I will have the time.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or Dead By April/their songs.

The knife lay in front of him on the bed, it's long, sharp silver blade gleaming inviting up at him.

He sat with his legs crossed and the only sound he could hear was from his iPod player, which was blaring out any song that happened to come up on the shuffle option.

Staring at the knife with lifeless green eyes, he picked it up tentatively, feeling the heavy weight between his fingers. It felt cold in his hands as he eyed it with a disheartened gaze.

'Now I'm being something I'm not,

Memories gone, I'm falling behind.

Now I'm standing, lonely in tears,

My heart is gone I'm falling behind!'

He chuckled humourlessly at the lyrics, thinking that his iPod couldn't have picked a better song for this moment. He glanced at the knife again and sighed dejectedly as he raised the blade to his wrist. He traced the fragile skin there hesitantly, taking a deep shaky breath before slicing the knife deep into the skin and creating a long red line across where his veins were.

He cried out, dropping the knife back onto the bed and clutched at his arm as tears sprung into his arm. The pain was horrible, but it was nothing to the sufferings he's had to endure his whole life.

The memories of why he did this came rushing into his mind all at once, the sadness, the pain, the inner anguish, and a rage built up within him. He picked up the knife quickly and, without a second thought, gave the other wrist the same treatment.

'(I never felt so alone)

there's no turning back,

(Forgiveness is long gone)

I'm falling behind,

(I never felt so closed)

the legions are near me,

(I'm falling behind; I'm losing my words now)

(I'm falling behind; my life becomes lifeless)

(I'm falling behind!)'

He fell down, silent cries escaping his dry lips as blood trickled out from the cuts, seemingly endlessly. Clutching at his bleeding wrists, he curled up into a ball as his vision started to fade from the lack of blood, he must've hit an artery.

He began to feel faint, his vision blurred and the music grew quieter. Just before his consciousness completely left, he heard the faint sound of a door being kicked open, followed by the blurred shape of his brother rushing forward.

The figure shouted his name, moving forward to embrace his broken and shattered body. The last thing he heard before he passed out was the last lines of the song on the player.

'Now I'm standing lonely in tears

(lonely in tears!)

My heart is gone, I'm falling behind!'

Dark: Okay, so here's the first chapter. I didn't include names but you can probably guess who this was. But don't worry! He lives. (and that's not a spoiler, for if he didn't then we wouldn't have a story here)

I'm sorry if this chapter has offended or disturbed people but know this: The next chapter is happier ;D sort of... well there's no death :/

So, I hope you all enjoy and read on! Please review, favourite and follow if you enjoyed :D Until the next chapter! :)

Ps) the song playing was 'Falling behind' by Dead by April. They are an EPIC band; go listen to them if you haven't heard them. Their best track is 'Trapped.'

This is a really long outro... Future ones will be shorter ^_^ see ya next time!