Time to Die
I'm living on borrowed time. I don't understand why the gods, or the fates, haven't decided to take me yet. There's been sometimes when Death stares me in the face and I find I don't want to die. After though, I find myself disgusted with what I've done. Perhaps they think I have something to give to the world. And I do. I seem to kill many people. Perhaps I'm an assassin. Their blood's on my hands. I look out the window and see Quatre and Trowa talking to each other. Funny. Trowa's almost like me, yet he finds happiness. But, he's the only one who's noticed a difference in me too. So I've got to get it over with. I walk to my dresser and pull out my gun. This thing's been with me since day one. I load it, and walk to the window. Trowa's the only one there. All of a sudden, he looks up. His eye widens, so I know he's seen me. He shakes his head, and turns around again. I take one more glimpse of this sunny day…and I drop the gun. I walk out of my room and down the stairs. Wufei stares at me; I haven't been out of my room in sometime. I go outside and sit next to Trowa. "Why didn't you stop me?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't do it."
My first attempt at a depressing fic. Tell me how it worked. REVIEW ME!!!!!