Quick little something I wipped up before House M.D. starts.

Dying Pain

How did this happen?

What went wrong?

It's cold.

Colder then usual.

The comforts gone.

He's gone.

He changed.

He's no longer the taicho everyone use to know.

He's an empty shell.

Lost in his own thoughts.

In fear.

Who knew pain can completely change someone?

He's dying.

No one sees it.

He's slowly killing himself.

Drowning in the pain.

They say the deepest wounds are the ones you can't see.

He's got so many.

Most of the time...they can't be healed.

Will he heal?

Will he ever go back to the way he was?

Blood.

He says he sees blood.

He says it surrounds him.

He says it scares him.

He doesn't sleep.

He doesn't eat.

He cries alone.

Never once asks for help.

Does he want to die?

Will dying cause the pain to go away?

Will dying free him?

No one goes near him.

They fear him.

What's there to fear?

There's nothing to fear.

He needs help.

He might not show it.

He might not want it.

But he needs it.

Why can anyone see that?

I want to help.

I want him to have me as a shoulder to cry on.

I want him to know, I'll always be there for him.

After what happened, I feel like I need him, too.

Losing someone close hurts.

Feeling pain caused on you for someone's pleasure hurts.

I want to free him from that pain.

I hurts me.

To see him like that.

His eyes are empty.

His voice is empty.

His body is empty.

I hope, someday, the pain will leave.

That life will go back to the way it was.

That would be...nice.

The End

WHAT HAPPENED?????? I don't know. You can make up your own story to what might have happened. I enjoy writing these little...things. IT SHOWS IM STILL ALIVE HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA plus I kinda helps with my writers block a little to, not that I have it now, but every once in a while I feel like pausing with the main stories and writing a quick emotional thing. Well hoped you enjoyed.