A/N: Hey so this is a one shot, though I suppose it might have the potential to become a two shot. Anyways I wrote this while I was supposed to be working on a french project and inspiration just hit me! Its not all that good but Oh well. Don't forget to review!
Kai stared into the mirror at his own reflection, disgusted by what he saw. He was a traitor, a good for nothing, and a waste of life. He had no purpose; Dranzer was gone from the world leaving him all alone.
Everyone had told him it was alright, that he had been forgiven but he could see the hate and distain in their eyes as they looked at him.
They were just as disgusted with him as he was.
He had turned his back on them one time too many and now there was no going back, he was too far gone. No one could save him now even if they had wanted to. Kai shifted his gaze from his reflection to the blade he held in his grasp.
His arms and wrists were covered in half healed and still bleeding cuts. He brought the blade to his skin and dragged his down the length of his arm reveling in the pain. He found that the cutting distracted him from the pain in his heart.
The pain of being abandoned and alone again; of being left to waste away in the shame and regret.
As the crimson liquid ran down his arm and pooled in the sink Kai once again looked at himself. He had dark bruise like circles under his eyes from lack of sleep and his cheek bones stuck out from losing so much weight.
The blue tattoos along his cheeks made his skin look even paler then it was and he'd somehow managed to get a smudge of blood on one of them. If anyone had seen him they would have realized how pitiful he truly was, although he'd tried to hide it for so long.
Now he had no use for his mask of coldness.
He wouldn't need it where he was going.
The others might only hate him more for what he was going to do, they'd think him weak. They'd say he was a coward for taking the easy way out instead of facing them, and they were right.
He dragged the blade across his other arm, breathing through the wonderful pain. He could hear the phone ringing in the distance, but he ignored it. People had been calling non-stop since he'd distanced himself from everyone nearly one mouth ago. They'd even come banging on his door.
No doubt they wanted to yell at him and let him know how much they hated him. They'd never forgive him; he had realized that a while ago. But he didn't deserve to be forgiven anyway.
He'd done so many horrible things to his so called 'friends' that there was only one way he could ever repay them: with his life. Maybe someone out there would miss him; maybe even a few tears would be shed at his funeral. Only time would tell.
He needed to get away from everyone, from life, but most of all his own thoughts. He could stay away from everyone all he wanted but he could never escape himself. He couldn't take the nightmares anymore.
Reliving the death of his parents, his beatings at the hands of Boris, or the looks of hate upon the people he had once trusted.
He just couldn't do it anymore.
He wanted to be free from it all, to escape this cage people called living.
About a week after he'd locked himself in his house he'd discovered his own key in the form of a blade. It was hard to believe such a small thing could hold so much power over his worthless life.
It was time to end it, time for him to fly away and join Dranzer in the azure skies. He'd see his parents again, although they'd be disappointed in him for ending his life in such a manner.
He closed his eyes; he was just so tired, so very tired.
How he longed to fall asleep and never wake; to slip into an eternal slumber. But soon he'd be free. He dragged the blade deeply across his wrists and watched as the blood flowed from the slits.
He felt a few tears slide down his cheeks as he slid to the floor and waited to fall into death's cold grasp. The phone was ringing again and he wondered how long it would be until someone found him.
Not for a while he knew; no one would think to check on him. No one cared. Everything his grandfather had said was right; he was just a burden to everyone, he didn't deserve to live. The only thing he deserved was death; his place was no longer among the living.
He was beginning to feel light headed as he sprawled out along the cold tile floor, it would be over soon. How he longed to fly away from all of this, to just leave it all behind and be at peace.
He pulled a small note from his pocket and grasped it firmly in his hand. 'I'm sorry' was all it read.
He realized he would never see his 'friends' again, they'd move on without him. Time would pass and soon they'd forget him, and that was what he wanted; for them to just go on as if he'd never existed.
He would no longer be there to keep Tyson in line or to help Ray control everyone. He'd never see Max's goofy smile again.
Tala.
He'd never stare into those icy blue eyes again or see his wolfish grin. He'd miss them, but at the same time he hoped he wouldn't be seeing them for a long while. One day they'd all be together again and hopefully by then they'd have forgiven him.
But until then he would watch over them and guard their lives. When he finally saw them again they could tell him about all he had missed and how happy their lives had been.
His vision was starting blur, and the darkness was creeping up on him. Death would except him even if no one else would. In death he'd be welcomed with open arms.
He could feel his pulse slowing, his lungs failing him and he could no longer move. The blackness over took him.
"Forgive me," he whispered as he flew to his freedom.
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The phone continued ringing as Kai lay on the floor, crimson unseeing eyes wide as the blood pooled around his body. The beep of the message machine rang through the house
"Kai its me. We're all really worried about you! You won't answer your door or pick up the phone and its starting to scare me. Don't do this to your self; don't shut us out like this. Its okay we forgive you. We did the moment you came back to us. I miss you, we all do. Call me back okay? I'll talk to you soon. Bye."
So that was it, it wasn't great but I enjoyed writing it! Don't forget to R&R
Yours Truly,
ForeverFalling.