AN: Okay so I have been such a lazy bum recently and haven't payed much attention to this story idea. After thinking it over I finally got the incentive to type it up. The beginning is really slow and it may not interest you at first but I PROMISE YOU it should get better later on, I will try my best to write it in a way that will absolutely blow your mind!!(don't expect to much tho)
This is rated M for language, suicidal thoughts, some strong religious views I guess you could call it, twincest, YAOINESS of course, and some major violence later. I warn you there is some serious OOC-ness in this story, if you don't like then don't read. I will take any kind of criticism you throw at me be it negative or positive.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Death Note or its characters.
So here you are yaoi fangirls and boys, please Enjoy!
Prologue Black
The world, the room, and his outlook was black. It was deep and endless. Darkness was what he awoke to, lived in, slept in and eventually he would die in this existence he called his life. The teen shifted on the sheets and opened his eyes to the welcoming shrouded abyss. His room was messy with clothes thrown every which way. He slowly sat up, groaning as he felt the daily headache already forming in his brain. The bed creaked as the teen moved to the side, swinging his legs over the edge. He stumbled as he stood up and started to shuffle through the dark, stepping on things he couldn't quite remember having in his room. His feet met cold tile as he reached his destination. He entered the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the lights and continued his pace to the sink.
The teen stared at the place where the mirror hung above the sink. He looked through the darkness and pictured what his reflection was in the glass. He envisioned his messy crimson red hair that stuck out in a few random places on his head. His face was almost pale like the rest of his body and contrasted with his deep emerald green eyes. He lifted his hand to his chest and trailed it down to his stomach absentmindedly touching the gash like scar that cut across his whole stomach in a downward diagonal. He wasn't entirely sure what it was from but he knew he had that scar for as long as he could remember, which really wasn't much anyway. For being 15 years old he was a bit under weight. He frowned, remembering his brothers' teasing him about how girl like his figure was. The teen let his hand drop back down to his side. After staring into space for a period of time that he couldn't keep track of, he finally opened the medicine cabinet. He searched the shelves till he felt steel meet his fingertips. The teen grabbed the object and pulled it out before closing the cabinet. It was a razor blade. A new one since the other one had lost its sharp edge from overuse.
He smiled faintly, and slowly walked over to the bath tub before letting his body slid down the wall next to the tub. He sat with his head tilted to the side. Through the darkness he could barely make out the profile of the blade. Its steel coldness gave him a horrible feeling in the pit of his gut. He slowly guided the object to his left arm, placing it horizontally on his skin. He let the blade dig in before slashing it across his arm. The sickening RIP sound bounced off the walls and resounded in his ears. He repeated the movement again going from one arm to the other, soon hearing droplets off blood hitting the floor. He kept going till he threatened to bleed to death. The teen coated both his arms with cuts, marveling at just how much uglier they made him look. They matched the still fresh wounds from his previous sessions. He let the blade slip through his fingers and tried to stand up to retrieve a towel. But he lost his balance and tumbled back down to the floor.
He realized that he had been careless and had let his arms bleed for to long. He felt nauseous as he fought to stay conscious. His whole body collapsed to the floor, the cold tile numbing the burning he felt in his arms. He didn't want to pass out like last time. He didn't want his older brother to find him like this, not again. In the end it was hopeless, he couldn't fight it any longer. His eyes slid closed as he drifted into dark unconsciousness. But who was he kidding. He couldn't tell if he was awake or not, since all he ever saw was black.
The prologue is quite short but I assure you the next chapter should be a good chunk of story. I hope you stick with me and this garb on the journey to see just where it ends up. Until next time!! ^_^