This is an autobiography of sorts, I wrote this long ago. I left it incomplete and deleted it off of Fanfiction.
I'm rewriting it now with Zelda in the mix. Written in the "I, me, my" perspective.
This'll be YAOI
Those that recall my previous story, "Elegy" can now be assured it is back.
Here we go again…
Prologue
You ever get your blood drawn? If you're like me, needles are terrifying. It's unnerving as it nears my flesh. Don't you hate that anxiety build up? "Lay out your arm please, make a fist," and all that nonsense as they tightly wrap the rubber around your arm. I felt like the doc was about to double dose me with heroine with the way I was bugging out. The doctor would tap my vein. Tap, tap… tap, tap. I could never watch as my essence left me. "Open your hand," the doctor would say as they penetrated me. I always bit my index finger until I had bloody teeth marks. It were almost as if I were to let go, my head would have exploded like I was some type of ticking grenade. Ready and willing to pull the pin; my nerves would be grated. I wanted it to end. Sometimes it can go smooth. Quick pinch; in and out. Drain me and slap on a bandage with that bit of antiseptic smeared cotton. You'd be all better in a couple of days; it wasn't so bad! However, sometimes, a vein will jump or move if the doctor doesn't do it right. "Whoops, it got away from me!" My ass it got away from you! And they'll stab you as if they're not trying. It's the worst pain and a lovely bruise will plant its ugly face on your arm for a week or so and it hurts to bend. Goddesses, does it hurt to bend! If you didn't eat, you begin to feel really woozy. You feel your blood leaving you as they drain however much they need. It's like they're sucking the life out of you. It's a terrifying experience; absolutely.
Getting your blood taken is like having friends. It's like having a lover. It's like dealing with family. It's fucking painful, particularly if it's the latter experience of being stabbed with a syringe. I can't tell you the worst part of life; the needle, the doctor or me just sitting there biting the bullet like a little bitch, but I can definitely say I always looked forward to getting a sweet chocolate bar at the end of that scarring experience. With all good comes bad and with all bad comes good. You can't have yin without yang.
So, I will give you a little bit of heaven and probably a lot of hell.
As you know me, I'm Link…
This is my life.
An elegy.
R&R if you like
More to come soon...