It was dark. The only light that came through was that of the glow of the monitor, the only sound a steady beep.
And his breathing.
Sharp and jagged, short intakes of air entered his mouth. He hardly noticed the throbbing wounds on his body, barely saw the his destroyed surroundings. His mind was focused on one thing. One thing that he could not hear or see, but feel as he gripped the cold surface. It was hard to believe at first, this thing. Hard to grasp after what he remembered before he stood on the tile in shock. Hard to hear after all he listened to were the sounds of his own sobs… but it was there, that thing. He could still feel it.
Something icy slid down his cheek, not accompanied by the dismal emotions he thought would follow after it. No, it wasn't sadness… it was something different, though as small an amount it was.
Happiness? He knew it wasn't that, not that at all, as a matter of fact.
Guilt? No, that wasn't what he was feeling… at least not the emotion he was trying concentrate on. Too much regret was knotted in the back of his head at the moment…
He couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was because the feeling had vanished as quickly as it came, much like what had happ---
A smile.
A pair of red eyes.
A scream.
A laugh.
A chorus of cries that erupte—
He squeezed his eyes shut, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. He wouldn't think about it. Couldn't think about it. His bloodied alabaster fingers squeezed the icy surface hard, centering around that feeling. That thing…
Thump… thump… thump…
His throat began to tighten as he felt slow it was… almost inexistent. Was it even there anymore? Was it even there to begin with?
He grew unsure as the minutes went by. Pressing hard on a smooth raised edge, he depended on the clear plastic as he secured something around a round surface.
Moments passed.
Thump… thump… thump…
He gasped as something else, a sound, became in tune with it.
And he felt it again. The feeling came again as the realization coursed through his viens, returning full force.
It wasn't sadness. It wasn't happiness. It wasn't guilt, and it was most definitely not anger.
It was...
It was...
It was... hope. Hope was what he felt.
Vladmir Masters had felt hope through signs of life in a boy so dead once more... he could feel a pulse, hear his rhythmic breathing... yes, he had definitely found it again.
...But he could only pray that it didn't fade away like last time.
And if it didn't, what then?
... What did you think? Was it angsty? Didja geddit? This ain't a oneshot, and there's more than just this when it comes to everything else that might happen. I'm sorry it's so short, but... yeah. Were there any errors?
Review, and tell me!
-Juni