Death Of One Already Lost
Just a little ficcie i did during a boring english lesson. got yelled at so every review i get will cheer me up R&R PEOPLE! and also see if you can guess who it is! yu may be surprised! if i get enough reviews i'll post another chapter! get yelled at during english AGAIN but its worth it
Disclaimer: i do not own anything except this story! this story has nothing to do with beyblades...at least not yet...and...is it obvious i dont know what to write in these things? Luv Ya'll!
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I stand before your grave. I know you're not there. You never were. I know where you are. I wish you would go back. Back to the grave. I can see you…I close my eyes and you're there. I open my eyes. You're still there. Why can't you leave me in peace? You. You killed me. You killed me and you laughed. You bound me and you laughed. You dug deep into the flesh of the wounds you inflicted upon me. And yet you still laughed. I can still hear it. Day after day after day. It rings loud in my ears. In my head. I can hear it. It haunts my days and my nights. It keeps me awake for hours on end. Sleepless nights. Alas I cannot sleep.
Tell me. What was I? Who was I? To you…who and what was I? Your blood. It still runs in my veins. It runs. It won't stop. It cannot. So I won't. I will keep going. Until it stops. The only way to make it stop. Is to stop it flowing. So I will make it pour. I will make it pour into the sea. Let it be taken to the four corners of the Earth. Let it be taken to the ends of the Earth. Along with my life and soul.
I clasp, to my chest. A crimson stained dagger. I finger the liquid upon it. The same liquid that pours through my breast and onto my clothes. I will join you soon. Though not in hell where you burn. I will join you. In death. I plunge forward. Nothing is holding me back. I am no longer afraid. I am going forward. Into a new life. I go. To be saved. To be freed. To be spared. I fall. I watch the swirling darkness come ever closer. I close my eyes and allow my mind to wander for the last time.
With each second I come closer. I will not be confined into a small space in the earth, like you. My life will end and my body and spirit will be forever sanctioned. My body will not be eaten by the filthiest of creatures. My body will not decay. My final resting place will be a watery grave. My body will be preserved. If my shell will be eaten. It will be used rightly. Not how you used me. I cannot wait. I fall ever closer. I can sense I am close. I open my eyes. I want to see my destiny. So I take a deep breath. The last breath I can ever take.
I hit the water. I lose some air as the impact takes its toll. It's nothing. Nothing compared to what you put me through. I sink deeper. I can feel the water pushing me on my body. Blood pours out. It will soon be over. No. I need to see what my grave is like. I fight to keep awake though my life is seeping away. I hit the bottom so I look around. I have no energy to fight. So I just lie there. I open my eyes though I do no remember closing them.
My vision is blurred. It does not matter. As long as I look around before I go. I see schools of fish above me. My body interrupted them. But they regroup, and carry on swimming. I wish I could recover that easily. I look down and see sharks. They do not see me. If they do they do not let me see. Letting out my last breath in a fit of bubbles I look above my head. Coral. Pretty pink coral. It always grows at the very bottom. It is sad that the only ones, who see it in its true glory, are those about to die in the sea. I lie still and feel the salt water fill me body.
It feels like bliss. I ignore the pain and accept the darkness. The sun shines high above me. The sea is so beautiful from the bottom. A pity I never had time to look. Look and see. I close my eyes. I accept the darkness. My last thought. Disappeared with my consciousness.