Nobody Cares
By: Pinkjasmine
I felt a tingling sensation as I was released from the pendant; the pendant that could have caused the premature demise of Niwa Daisuke.
I looked down; wisps of smoke were starting to rise at the bottom of my feet.
I felt my eyes burn as tears slowly gathered. I was going to return to my original form – a doll. But it would be better that way, after all, nobody needs me. I only cause trouble. I nearly separated Riku and Daisuke, and I attempted to murder Daisuke for selfish reasons.
But I'm glad that I was able to correct my mistake. I was able to show Hiwatari's father that I was not a tool of manipulation, even though it meant sacrificing my only chance of earning a real body.
I guess I enjoyed my time here in my borrowed form, though I wish I could have stayed here longer. I could have stayed here forever, if only I had killed Daisuke. But I couldn't, he was just too nice and innocent. Plus, he's the only one who called me a "precious friend," even if it was on a band-aid.
But, truth be told, he doesn't really care about me, nobody does.
So, I guess it would be meaningless if I did choose to stay and live in this world. I have nobody to live for, no dreams to pursue, I have virtually no reason to exist.
The only reason I want to stay is so that I won't have to return to darkness again. I don't want to be a doll where I can be controlled by anyone. My head can be easily separated from my body by a careless mistake. My arms could be twisted off in a fit of anger. My eyes ripped out in frustration.
The mere thought of that kind of life brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.
Heh, dolls aren't supposed to cry, then why am I crying. . .
. . . the thought of being alone and unwanted hurts. My so-called heart aches painfully, but soon I won't be able to fell anything, do anything. So, I should savour this bitter feeling.
I envy Daisuke; he has so many people who care about him, who loves him. His mom, dad, grandpa, Riku, Risa, Dark, and Hiwatari.
What do I have? Nothing. I 'm just a machine manufactured doll. I have no parents, and my siblings are just replicas of me, a stuffed toy. I have nobody, I'm a nobody, unlike Daisuke, nobody cares about me. I. . . just don't belong!
I looked up. Riku and Risa also have tears in their eyes, as half my body was covered in smoke. Did they pity me? I'm not worth their tears. I'm a doll, I should bring happiness, not sadness.
I forced a smile through my tears, I don't want them to cry for a nobody. "Be happy with Daisuke damn it!" I called out to Riku, hoping instead of tears, a smile would appear.
I felt the last of my body vanish. I slowly allowed myself to succumb to the depths of darkness.
As I closed my eyes and accepted my fate as a doll, a final thought lingered in my mind. . .
. . . Nobody cares. . .
By: Pinkjasmine
I felt a tingling sensation as I was released from the pendant; the pendant that could have caused the premature demise of Niwa Daisuke.
I looked down; wisps of smoke were starting to rise at the bottom of my feet.
I felt my eyes burn as tears slowly gathered. I was going to return to my original form – a doll. But it would be better that way, after all, nobody needs me. I only cause trouble. I nearly separated Riku and Daisuke, and I attempted to murder Daisuke for selfish reasons.
But I'm glad that I was able to correct my mistake. I was able to show Hiwatari's father that I was not a tool of manipulation, even though it meant sacrificing my only chance of earning a real body.
I guess I enjoyed my time here in my borrowed form, though I wish I could have stayed here longer. I could have stayed here forever, if only I had killed Daisuke. But I couldn't, he was just too nice and innocent. Plus, he's the only one who called me a "precious friend," even if it was on a band-aid.
But, truth be told, he doesn't really care about me, nobody does.
So, I guess it would be meaningless if I did choose to stay and live in this world. I have nobody to live for, no dreams to pursue, I have virtually no reason to exist.
The only reason I want to stay is so that I won't have to return to darkness again. I don't want to be a doll where I can be controlled by anyone. My head can be easily separated from my body by a careless mistake. My arms could be twisted off in a fit of anger. My eyes ripped out in frustration.
The mere thought of that kind of life brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.
Heh, dolls aren't supposed to cry, then why am I crying. . .
. . . the thought of being alone and unwanted hurts. My so-called heart aches painfully, but soon I won't be able to fell anything, do anything. So, I should savour this bitter feeling.
I envy Daisuke; he has so many people who care about him, who loves him. His mom, dad, grandpa, Riku, Risa, Dark, and Hiwatari.
What do I have? Nothing. I 'm just a machine manufactured doll. I have no parents, and my siblings are just replicas of me, a stuffed toy. I have nobody, I'm a nobody, unlike Daisuke, nobody cares about me. I. . . just don't belong!
I looked up. Riku and Risa also have tears in their eyes, as half my body was covered in smoke. Did they pity me? I'm not worth their tears. I'm a doll, I should bring happiness, not sadness.
I forced a smile through my tears, I don't want them to cry for a nobody. "Be happy with Daisuke damn it!" I called out to Riku, hoping instead of tears, a smile would appear.
I felt the last of my body vanish. I slowly allowed myself to succumb to the depths of darkness.
As I closed my eyes and accepted my fate as a doll, a final thought lingered in my mind. . .
. . . Nobody cares. . .