Um…ok… first time writing major angst… so try not to kill me ne?
Disclaimer: dun own them
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[duo's POV]
It's not worth it…. it's not worth it…. I repeat to myself as the blade inches closer to my wrist. It's not worth. It not worth living for…nothing is. The blade is almost there now. I glance at my pale wrist, bluish veins sticking up from such white skin. A perfect target. One slash and it would all be over. Do it, you coward!, one part of my mind screams. Make it all end! The pain, the torture! My mind yells out to me. It would end. It would all end. There would be nothing more, only eternal sleep.
Sleep… oh, how I long for it. My reflection tells me that I am a living zombie. Dark circles under dull sunken eyes, so sunken that you could hardly tell the color. My body is weak; from little or no food I consumed each day. Each day, I am haunted by memories. Memories written in blood, vivid in my mind. So much blood, staining stark whiteness. The whiteness of a rose. I didn't know roses could bleed. But you did. You broke your promise. You said you would never leave me alone. Then why aren't you here? You were supposed to be with me. You PROMISED! Then why… why do I feel so alone? This…emptiness seems to be consuming me. Day after day, minute after minute, second after second. You said two hearts beat as one, never one without the other. Then why do I hear only one? Why did yours stop? What sin did u commit?
You did nothing but save other peoples lives, fighting this damned war. Fighting bloodthirsty killers. You asked me to keep on living after you were long gone. But you were my life and now that you're not here, why am I still living? Did you even care? Did you even care what would happen to me? Did you think I could go on without you? As if something never happened? Didn't you know me enough to know that every breath, every heartbeat that keeps me alive was because of you? Did you know and still not care? How can so many questions arise when you're not here to answer them?
You were the keeper of my soul, my heart. Every breath, every heartbeat, every word, every movement I made was yours. And you took it all away. Away to the land of the dead, where I cannot reach out for your hand to reassure me, your words to comfort me, your touch to keep me alive. And you said to live? Live when you're not here? Where is the purpose, the passion, the need to live when the only think that inspired me to go on was you? I have tried to go on. To live up to your last request but what am I doing by keeping this…shell living, breathing? I died when you left me. Now every breath I take is meaningless. The food I consume is a waste. Nothing is helping. Is this what you wanted me to do? Keep this *Body* alive? No, I think not. To me, life is where you are. I am already dead. I am death. I only have to join to become alive again. All this pain ends here.
I draw the blade across my wrist quickly. The blood spills from my wrist to the kitchen floor. I slump bonelessly against the cabinets behind me. Its over. Now a black rose will join a white one. Bathed in a sea of blood, I slowly lose consciousness. I feel no more.
No more…..
No…more…
No….
…..
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In case you were wondering, he was talking about Heero…. This piece was actually written for something else but I thought it would make a pretty good fic.. ^_^ Reviews are craved!!
Disclaimer: dun own them
***
[duo's POV]
It's not worth it…. it's not worth it…. I repeat to myself as the blade inches closer to my wrist. It's not worth. It not worth living for…nothing is. The blade is almost there now. I glance at my pale wrist, bluish veins sticking up from such white skin. A perfect target. One slash and it would all be over. Do it, you coward!, one part of my mind screams. Make it all end! The pain, the torture! My mind yells out to me. It would end. It would all end. There would be nothing more, only eternal sleep.
Sleep… oh, how I long for it. My reflection tells me that I am a living zombie. Dark circles under dull sunken eyes, so sunken that you could hardly tell the color. My body is weak; from little or no food I consumed each day. Each day, I am haunted by memories. Memories written in blood, vivid in my mind. So much blood, staining stark whiteness. The whiteness of a rose. I didn't know roses could bleed. But you did. You broke your promise. You said you would never leave me alone. Then why aren't you here? You were supposed to be with me. You PROMISED! Then why… why do I feel so alone? This…emptiness seems to be consuming me. Day after day, minute after minute, second after second. You said two hearts beat as one, never one without the other. Then why do I hear only one? Why did yours stop? What sin did u commit?
You did nothing but save other peoples lives, fighting this damned war. Fighting bloodthirsty killers. You asked me to keep on living after you were long gone. But you were my life and now that you're not here, why am I still living? Did you even care? Did you even care what would happen to me? Did you think I could go on without you? As if something never happened? Didn't you know me enough to know that every breath, every heartbeat that keeps me alive was because of you? Did you know and still not care? How can so many questions arise when you're not here to answer them?
You were the keeper of my soul, my heart. Every breath, every heartbeat, every word, every movement I made was yours. And you took it all away. Away to the land of the dead, where I cannot reach out for your hand to reassure me, your words to comfort me, your touch to keep me alive. And you said to live? Live when you're not here? Where is the purpose, the passion, the need to live when the only think that inspired me to go on was you? I have tried to go on. To live up to your last request but what am I doing by keeping this…shell living, breathing? I died when you left me. Now every breath I take is meaningless. The food I consume is a waste. Nothing is helping. Is this what you wanted me to do? Keep this *Body* alive? No, I think not. To me, life is where you are. I am already dead. I am death. I only have to join to become alive again. All this pain ends here.
I draw the blade across my wrist quickly. The blood spills from my wrist to the kitchen floor. I slump bonelessly against the cabinets behind me. Its over. Now a black rose will join a white one. Bathed in a sea of blood, I slowly lose consciousness. I feel no more.
No more…..
No…more…
No….
…..
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In case you were wondering, he was talking about Heero…. This piece was actually written for something else but I thought it would make a pretty good fic.. ^_^ Reviews are craved!!