The Consuming Darkness
Ryuichi shut the door leaning against it for support. At that moment his ear to ear grin fell and Sakuma Ryuichi dropped to his knees sobbing. His life was a lie, all those smiles, the childlike temperament and giggling was all a sham. He had denied it up until now, excusing the pills and the crisscrossing scars as a phase. It had all caught up with him now and it weighed down on Ryuichi like the earth itself. He felt it again, the gut wrenching pain, the emotional destitution. He longed once again to feel the cold slick blade draw out the dregs of his sadness. His fingers itched to grasp the knife; Ryuichi imagined it, its weight in his hand, the way his hands would tremble. He longed to cause more pain to himself than his emotions ever could just to drown it out.
Ryuichi's thoughts took another dismal turn, and soon he was consumed by several ideas on how to end it all, each on more horrific and violent than the last. Slowly, he clambered to the draw where he kept the pills, the pills that would make him forget. His fingers shook as he fought to unscrew the childproof lock. He fumbled with the bottle and dropped it, sending pills skidding and bouncing across the floor. Slowly he took a glass and filled it with water. He then bent over and retrieved eight of the pills. He took them each in turn, thinking of Suichi's face as he downed each one.
Once finished he staggered to the draw and withdrew a knife. Now, suddenly possessed by cold calculation, Ryuichi walked slowly and purposefully to the bathroom. He turned on the tap to a luke warm setting, just the way he liked it. Ryuichi switched his stereo on, and set it "Rage Beat", Suichi's song. Slowly he felt Suichi's sweet voice fill him with joy then despair, like the undulations of the voice of his beloved. Ryuichi took the knife and drew it in the now deft motion along his left inner fore-arm. The incision was deep, deep enough to drown out the aching in his heart. Blood oozed out, spluttering forth. It sprayed the mirror of the vanity a sickly red colour.
Ryuichi slowly & carefully drifted back to the tub, ignoring the carmine trial on the travertine floor. He sank slowly into the warm bath, cringing as the water lapped against his fresh gash. Down, down he sank, dying the water incarnadine. The water almost cleansing; staunching the aching in his heart whist drawing out blood from his arm. Suichi's voice wafted over Ryuichi again, and the song served to placate him. A pill-induced haze began to cover Ryuichi's vision. He grew increasingly pallid as volumes of his crimson blood drained out into the bath water. He knew it was the end, he felt life dissipate. So consumed was Ryuichi Sakuma by his disconsolate despondency and grief as he left the terrestrial plane, that he didn't hear Suichi calling and banging on the door stairs.
Penned by MoonWakeCloudFire