Disclaimer: Usual don't own, don't sue
A/N: I had this idea in my head for a while now and only just got round to putting it onto paper, what do you think? Should this be the end or should it continue as I have a few ideas of were to take this, but want to get your thoughts first.
A smile crossed his usually angry features, at last he reflected, something to be happy about. He watched with detachment as the pile of paper and disks he had in front of him burnt, the smoke and ashes soaring into the winter sky. He thought back to when he wrote the first letter on the first page always hoping, wishing he would never have to write anymore.
He felt a slight tinge of regret as after all only one person had ever read any of this but he had disappeared long ago.
The crackling of the disk's breaking up shook him from his thoughts so he slowly spun around the clearing he found himself in. The tall trees that ringed the clearing seemed to shine in the firelight with the pure white snow reflecting the flames. The gray sky that he had seen when he arrived was now replaced by a pure black abyss, with neither star or moon-light to shine down on him he felt truly alone.
This triggered thoughts and memories of meetings, arguments with people he once knew and soon it all became a meaningless blur, He laughed long and hard finally not caring how others viewed him, not caring if anyone heard him laugh or cry,
"But who would hear me?" he mused with a smile on his face "no-one knows I'm here and it's not like anyone cares anyway" he shook his head and sat down watching the fire burn for another half an hour or so.
"Right" he said, having finally made up his mind,
"After all I've been through" he spoke slowly to himself, reassuring himself this was the right thing to do "After all I've seen and done" his voice was now solemn showing now care for anything "I was always fighting, either against these people or those people, my 'friends' and in the end? Even myself" he sighed and removed the knife he took from a former friend a long time ago, he thought back to when he took it, and realised he had been putting this off for far too long. "I guess like all the others this is a fight I won't win as well" he added.
He traced random patterns on his forearms with the blade noticing with some anger that he felt nothing, he dragged the blade deeper and deeper trying to desperately feel anything, as his world began to gray he stopped and smiled after all he was finally going to have peace, free from torment and free from the shackles he found himself wearing, as he lay down beside the fire he closed his eyes allowing a smile to ghost itself across his lips, finally he thought and then their was nothing.