Hello. My name is Alwayshereforyouforevermore. It's great to finally publish a fic. I hope you enjoy this Laven fic. And please be gentle. ^^'
This is my first fic, and I'll try my best with this! :) Enjoy~ 3
Crimson Flow
The blade is steady, firm and light.
The boy is silent, dead as night.
As silver hair falls, it takes a toll.
His body is numb, the blade is now dull.
His eyes close, never to awake.
To soon be gone, to wait his fate.
The blood runs down, thick and bright.
To the person who sees this, will be a frightful sight.
Blood is thicker than water; we all know it's true.
As night becomes darkness, I lose sight of you.
Chapter 1.
Blades edge.
It was a horrible day. It was only one mistake. Why did it come to this?
Why?
~Flashback~
Today is the 2nd year of attending Noahs Order. This runs by the Headmaster Earl and my friend Lenalee's Brother Komui. He is like secondary in command. If necessary, or any means, a man called Malcolm C. Leverrier. He is the ultimate head in command at this school, and will do anything necessary to perfect it.
Its 7:30am. So I am currently walking to Noahs Order, and its overcast. Not too bad for it being Wednesday. Today is an awesome day, not too sunny, not too dark with the clouds, nice temperature, and a cool breeze. It's starting off great! I smile at today and make my way to school. I swing my arms to the front gate with a skip in my walk as I see happy faces smile at me and my friends awaiting me. My face splits as they look at me, frowning and with sad displeasing looks staring down the core of my soul. What's happening? I'm sure I did nothing wrong.
Everyone was smiling at me? Right? Everything was perfectly fine and dandy since arriving. When I stop and I take a look at the disapproving faces that they too stare at me like I did something wrong, what did I do wrong? As if my thought was heard, a voice cuts me off.
"Hey! You, ya' don't belong here, get away!" A male's voice I heard shout at me, it sounds so angry and raspy. Why did he say that?
"Oi! You with the white hair! Get! We don't want any more problems!" What does she mean?
I look towards my friends as I see them with looks of sympathy and sadness. A tear slid down my face as I hear the one that I love called my name out.
"Allen. Just leave, and never come back." My heart breaks as he says that. The one I love that will never love me back. Is it because of my appearance? Oh wait, of course. He's straight. Idiot! I should've known. I make a run for it with my bag in tow, as I race out the front gate. They throw rocks and paper balls at me as I do. I feel every hit and the beating of my heart pounds and flutters in pain and betrayal. I hear so many names and things being said at me as I do so, as I even go down my street. "All of the problems started here when you first came here, ya' fag!" One of them said. But, I did nothing wrong, right? I swear I wasn't the cause of this! Why?
I make my way to my house and smash open the door and I try to forget what ever happened today. My mind is racing and my thoughts are scrambled together as they rapidly race through my head. Names and things they shout at me come back as I sit down in my room in the darkest corner I have. The suddenly it stops as I have a message.
What is the message?
I take my silver phone out and to see a text on my screen. I slid it open.
Bad idea.
"Go to hell." It says. Another comes through.
"Kill yourself!" Another says. Another appears saying this.
"You are the cause of all our shitty lives. Go AWAY!" Am I? I didn't do anything to make anyone's life, well, crappy or anything…
Right?
Why did this suddenly happen? It was a great day so far. So, why did they turn on me today? Why? Couldn't they just say it nicely?
My emotions get all mixed up as I smash my phone and grip my head as I see the one I love, looking at me, so disappointed and sad at me. My heart can't take this anymore! My guardian Cross won't be home till around 10. So, I guess I'll be doing the one thing I'm good at.
Sleeping.
I awake with a sense of dread. As I actually smell something. I glance at the clock, its 7:00pm. I must've slept pretty damn well! I make my way to the door as I'm greeting with toilet paper and some paper stuck to the board walls of my guardian's house. He will be so mad at me! I cringe at the thought and I run back inside and I start to feel dizzy and tiring all of a sudden. I grip the walls as I make my way to my room. My body collapse down on the hard floor as my vision fades to black.
What is going on?
I wake up finding my left arm in massive pain and my left eyes hurts a lot. I open my right eye to find my room a mess and it looks like a tornado went through it. I gather up my strength to get up and walk over to my mirror. As I see my left eye, bleeding my eye widens at my arm, its black and has a deep cut of a cross with…wait,
…green glass it?
"What the…" My voice cuts off as I gaze at a shiny tempting object.
I glance at the clock to see its 9:00pm, and my mind gears.
What are knifes good for?
Cutting.
~Flashback ended~
This is where I am now, sitting in the darkest corner of the room. With a knife, some pills, and depression as well.
The blade is firm and light on my skin; its blade is sharp, thick and thin.
Some blood is oozing out, I'm trying not to cry and shout.
My left arm is already in pain, I want it to go away.
The knife is cutting my burnt flesh, as I stress to not make a mess.
My senses are going numb; the pills are sinking in them.
My vision is getting dark, as there is no light; not even a spark.
My cuts are not deep, so deep, I want to sleep.
My mind has stopped, as I see the one I loved.
One more time, I remember his smile.
If only it would, last a while.
"Good night. Lavi"
So, how did it go? I hope I didn't do poor or anything. Thank you all! I'm really sensitive about bullying, cyber-bullying, teen suicide, ect. Lets all help each other and try our best and smile! Even if life gets the best of us! :) Thank you very much. And remember I'm,
"Always here for you forever more."
