A/N: Hi! So, I'm back to the depressing stories, apparently. This is another one I wrote a while ago. Again, it wasn't specifically written with Ryou in mind (why am I so mean to him?), but I had to choose someone. Sorry!
The signs were obvious in the beginning. Or maybe it just seemed that way to him because wanted somebody, anybody, to notice. But he had gone through the motions too many times, and he had learned long ago how to fake it. So he continued on, getting up, going to school, coming home, alone every time. And the cat was sitting behind the door, waiting patiently for him to return.
As time went on, the signs became more subtle. The scars were no longer on his palms, but places less visible. The slight slipping of his grades. The almost invisible defiance. The fact that he started to stay away from home for just a little longer. But he would always come home. And the cat was sitting behind the door, waiting patiently for him to return.
The signs became obvious again as time went on. His grades were plummeting. He was bolder in his defiance. He would disappear for hours, never telling them where he had gone. But still he would come home. And the cat was sitting behind the door, waiting patiently for him to return.
Inevitably the day came that he decided he had had enough. He took his parent's car, and he drove. He drove to his death, taking the car with him. His last act of rebellion. And the cat was sitting behind the door, waiting patiently for him to return.
A/N: I'm so sorry! I can't even believe I put this up! But there it is... Let me know what you think! Please! And that's all for now, I guess...
-Schizo out!