It had been an accident. He had never meant to do it. He hadn't even realized what he was doing. It had felt so right at the time. The long silver blade drawling across his arm; the pain that came with it; the crimson drops that cascaded down his arm as he slowly drew the knife firmly across his forearm. That one simple action had made every painful thought disappear if only for a short time.
Slowly, however, as he felt the liquid crimson flow freely, he had started to become dizzy. At first he thought it was just from the sight of the free flowing blood. It wasn't until his vision was wavering in and out that he realized that something was wrong.
He dropped the knife and clutched his arm tightly to release the pain. No. He did not want to release the pain coming from his injured arm; he wanted to relish it. As his vision grew darker and darker he realized that the inevitable was coming; he was going to die.
He did not mind this as much as most other people might. He only had two regrets. The first one was he would never again to see the one and only friend he had ever made. He would never get the chance to apologize for his selfish actions. The second regret was that he would never get to tell his only friend the truth; he was in love with him. He had been since they met. He had always been too afraid to tell him because he was afraid of rejection. Now he would never get the chance.
His vision went completely black as he collapsed to the cold, hard floor, unable to further support his numbing body. He closed his eyes one final time and let out one last sigh of relief.
On a farther off part of town, a young blond-haired boy was walking home. The cold air, accompanied by the rage of the wind, was a whip against his already raw face. Then, all of a sudden, everything was still. Everything was silent. The wind had ceased to blow against his face. The town had gone a deathly silent. The boy was overcome by a strange, eerie feeling. A feeling that told on horrific outcomes that could, nor would, ever right itself once more. As the blond-haired teen stared out into the silent, cloudless, starry night sky, a single word escaped from his lips.
"Sasuke."
Absolute Silence is simply
the bittersweet sound of joy made
by one who never has to think again