The clock struck midnight. He held the knife firmly to his throat.
"There's no reason for me to live.." His voice quivered, eyes filling with displeasured tears. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole, laughing with joy at the man's pitiful words. Those dark, tainted words. His snowy hair was unkempt. What did it matter anymore? No one came to see him. His brother was to busy with that loud, drunken man. The chair creaked pitifully as he shifted, a small tear running down his cheek. Surely no one would notice if he dissapeared from this foul earth.
With one swift motion, the knife delightfully made it's mark in the young man's skin. The dark red liquid poured out quickly from the vessel, a dark smile growing on the man's face.
"Goodbye.."
His vision grew hazy. He could hear a faint knocking at the door, his body collapsing out of the chair and onto the floor. The blood gushed and seeped into the cracks of the mahogany wood. Who could that possibly be... it must be Death waiting for me.
"I-Island!"
That voice, his brother's voice.. it was so faint, yet sounded so clear to him. His crystal blue eyes closed, just managing to catch a glimpse of his brother's face. That pale blond hair, those deep blue eyes.. what was that? Had he seen pain in that usually unemotional face? He felt himself being shook..and then..there was nothing he could remember. Eternal quietness. A tear filled with pain hit the young man's face.
The presents stood patiently by the door. They looked so joyful, only to soon realize that they would never be opened. A tag attached by a beautiful ribbon was carefully tied to a present. Fancy handwriting read the words: "Happy Birthday little brother! I'm sorry I haven't visited recently, I was too busy making you this gift! Love, big brother " A sweater, so carefully knitted by his brother with love.
The room seemed to go quiet and cold, only the sound of distress to be heard.