Hey guys! I am back! Sorry for the delay(or am I really?) but hopefully you would like my new fic. It will be an angst/drama fic. Hopefully you would like it. I seriously hope you guys don't have anything against the OCS.…. Anyways on with the chapter.
Disclaimer:- I do not own Beyblade but I do own a Beyblade! If you know what I mean... Please don't sue me!
There was darkness all over. There was darkness in the room, in the mind of its sole occupant, in his life. The weather was chilly with strong wind blowing outside. Some hints of snowfall showing and the sky was covered with dark clouds, not letting the sun shower it's rays of warmth and hope onto the living beings below.
A perfect match for the 22-years old man's mood right now.
He was sitting in his dark hotel room, cut off from the outside world. He was sitting on the floor, with his back leaning against the foot of the the bed, staring off into the space.
A sharp pocket knife and a sheet of paper lay beside him and a pen in his hand lay forgotten. He felt nothing, not even the coldness of the floor he was sitting on. His life was destroyed. He had a chance at improving his life and he wasted it. He was at fault for this. He should have listened to his friends.
But he did not.
And where did that end him up?
Here. Alone. How could he live on when he was having a disease which has no cure?
The sudden downpour outside the window snapped him out of his trance. He looked up and noticed that it had started raining. He lifted his pen and started writing on that sheet of paper.
'Dear Kai,
If you are reading this letter, then it means that I am no longer in this world. I should have listened to you. I should have listened when you said I should stop doing these these things. That I was doing the wrong thing and was putting myself in danger. That things could get more worse.
But… it did happen. I went too far and now I am alone in this world. I know you must be mad at me for not paying heed to your warnings. But I also know that you are good at heart and would try to forgive me for what I did, even though I do not deserve your forgiveness.
I had to, you know. I had to end my life. I am having a syndrome because of my mistake. I cannot live with it. Live with the fact that I could not be near anyone. That even a little contact with my blood can destroy someone's life. I just…. could not bear to live with those horrible facts.
I have nothing to give except for apologies and my faithful bit-beast. I hope you would understand. Please tell the rest of the Blitzkrieg Boys that I loved them. Please just…. even though I did my wrongs in my life….. don't forget me. That would be just too much.
Goodbye.'
He put his pen down and looked over his note again. When it seemed good enough to him, he put it down and picked up the knife, its blade glinting lightly.
Looking at it, he thought, 'This is it. Goodbye. I would never forget you all.'
He swiftly moved the knife, making clean cuts on both his wrists, right where his veins. He watched with mild satisfaction as the important life essence flowed down his hands. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as he felt exhausted starting to kick in.
Even though he knew that he did the right thing in the end, he couldn't stop the little voice nagging at the back of his mind, saying that he should stop before its too late. That he was taking the wrong decision again.
He shook his head lightly, wincing when his head pounded loudly due to blood loss, smiling sadly as he thought.
'No. It is the right thing thing to do. And besides, it is too late for turning back now.'
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Oh! And how wrong he was.
Oooooo! Look at that! Who was it? Who was committing suicide? Please let me know who you think it is.
And how was the chapter? Please let me know! I'm begging you! Yeah I am that desperate. And also tell me about you views on OCS.
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For now, Bye Bye and Namaste!