Hi there, this is a short oneshot, Angsty and short, great combination to cheer you up, aye? I would appreciate it if you both read AND reviewed it. Enjoy. :)
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Silence. Sweet, sweet silence. They say ignorance is bliss, but more so is silence to me. Though I fear I will never hear that sweet sound again, not even in these final moments of mine.
You see, there is this annoying dull roar in my ears. In fact, it's not that dull. It's really so loud I can't hear anything else. I can see them, both of them.
The one behind me who has a problem with avenging and the one in front of me holding the large, glistening metal thing that smells like the taste when I accidentally bit my tongue too hard. Weird. I couldn't smell this well before.
That red honey they call blood seems to be staining my dress.
My jacket, too, I think.
Funny, isn't it? We say we will forget about the one who unintentionally broke our heart, yet we go along and hurl ourselves in front of the homicidal maniac that's out to kill them. And, to top it all off, we are practically disembowelled by said homicidal maniac.
It's odd. We're practically gutted, know it, and don't even do anything about it. Here I am, standing here as something warm trickles down my front. I don't know what it is. I probably don't want to know, either. I do have a hunch, though. If you really want to know, I'll give you a clue. It's something I mentioned before. Just so all of you who are as sharp as curtains know, silence isn't particularly high on the temperature scale and doesn't trickle.
Oh, the one behind me just yelled something to me. Must've been my name or something. What the hey, I'll say hi back, so I smile and wave. Odd, such a simple movement is making me dizzy, and I can feel myself falling backwards and the cold of the ground, prickling against my back.
I'm a bit disappointed, really. I always imagined that if something like this ever happened, I would be stabbed in the least. Just so that I could show all those idiots who make movies and television shows what being stabbed is all about. Firstly, if you are stabbed in, say, the back, don't fall backwards, fall forwards! I mean come ON! You'll only push the stabbing implement further into your already damaged body.
Oh, look, it's him. The one who was meant to be slashed across the front by a madman who, really, is quite nice. If only he didn't wear that nail polish and got some sleep, he'd be good 'boy material', really.
They say your life flashes before your eyes in times like these, but I can't exactly remember anything. I don't see the problem, really. Hmm, I'm starting to feel tired, sleepy, that sort of thing. I'll close my eyes. Darkness. Oh, hey, my ears just dropped out! Finally. Silence, that sweet, sweet sound.
Silence.
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