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Waking up, I knew it would be a bad day. Eating breakfast made it worse. Exiting my house, I was positive that something was amiss. Who knew it could be this bad though? Who honestly would have guessed that something like this could have happened. Out of all people possible, Heero. And of all the victims in the world, Trowa.
Last day of the rest of my life
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
Trowa left my house early that morning. He had to see the Spanish teacher about an assignment that he had missed being sick the earlier week. Never said goodbye to me that morning. As for Heero, he hadn't been home since that day with Duo. No one expected anything abnormal either. I'm still kind of speechless by all of it.
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
When I arrived to the school building, ambulances and police cars were in front of it. I rushed to the nearest police man to find out what exactly had happened. I stood in utter horror as he spoke. No, it wasn't about what he was saying, it was because I saw the stretcher. I pushed myself past the yellow tape up to Trowa. The police tryed to pull me back but the doctors stopped them.
Trowa was dead. Dead. Next to come out was Heero. I collapsed to the ground and bawled. Trowa's wounds were obviously from someone else but as for Heero's. There was only one shot to the temple of his head. Obvious suicide. Heero... how could you. Duo would have been stronger. Then again, he wasn't.
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Maybe I'll never understand, Heero. Or could it be that I don't want to understand. My childhood was stripped from me, much like everyone else's. This house is so empty without people and chatter resounding through the halls. Heero... Trowa...
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Oh Wufei, Wufei. When did it go wrong? Nevermind, don't answer that. Like you could anyway. I know when it went wrong. You were scarred. Love is a very spiteful thing. Just when you think you may have found something perfect, everything gets screwed up. I know first hand now. Wufei, when did it start? That is a more likely question.
We all knew you snuck out late at night. None of us really thought anything of it until just a few weeks before it happened. You were the first one Wufei. You started the chain. And dammit, you may have gone down in smoke but dragging Sally down with you was just wrong.
Little Wufei, he was only sixteen
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
He was given the world
With every chance to excel
He might act kind of proud
But no respect for himself
He finds love in all the wrong places
Changed up his pace since his general left him
The same situations
Just different faces
Too bad he never told him
He deserved much better
I know what happened at the church. It wasn't your fault Duo. You did all you could. Dammit, Duo Maxwell. I cannot ever forgive you though. You let Heero walk in on your dead, bloodless body. You caused him to sink back into his shell. You caused him to loose sanity, altogether. And fuck! You caused Heero to shoot Trowa. I can't forgive you and I hope you are rotting in your Christian Hell.
Johnny boy always played the fool
He was never really one of the guys
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
You cross the line and there's no turning back
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Hello there whomever may read this. My name is Relena Dorlain. I had discovered this open upon a desktop when I came to visit Quatre. I decided to finish it for him. Yes, we are still children, Quatre. I never knew such harsh word could come out of you. I surely didn't think that you would lace your own tea with powerful poison. Chain death and suicide is quite common among friends though. I may have just thought you were differant.
You may or may not believe this, I refuse to let sadness over come my life. I may not have the boys to lean on for support any longer and I have realized that my infatuation with them all will never fully go away. I loved them all in differant way, some impossible now that I have read this. Even though I do not have them any longer I will go on. I realize that they were only 5 boys, no more. I have an entire world relying on me. I cannot give into my sadness and follow in suit.
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
I promise to the world that I will continue with my life as the foreign minister. I will not let more childhood and innocence be stripped. I also promise to myself that teens with troubled lives will get the help they need. Why this takes place still in this universe of supposed peace, no one may ever know. I just hope to stop at least one person from turning to a life, or death, of darkness and sorrow.
I guess that's the way the story goes
There's got to be more to life than this
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Yeah.. sad. Maybe not. Hugs for all who know someone like any of the pilots in my story, or are like one of them. As for Relena.. I dislike her. A lot. I don't know why she's the one to finish it off. *shrugs*
