------Prologue: B L O O D L U S T-------
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters. But we do own the story. (=Lawyer comes to try to take story=) =Tyba kicks him in the balls= Hands OFF, dude. v.v
A/N: Sorry guys, but this is the prologue, so if it sounds boring at first, we apologize. No one reads the prologues anyway, right? Right. This is the intro to the story, from Inu's point of view...before the story...before she came, and taught him what it meant to stay alive.
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It's amazing.
It's amazing how people are walking by with smiles on their faces, everything perfectly fine, perfectly normal-no troubles, no worries, no cares. And yet... there is never a perfect life in this world. Sure, people may look like they're content, and it may be true for all I know.
But what people don't realize is that while they go on smiling, while they go on not caring, their whole life is leading to that point where things will change. Those sudden turns are so quick, so brutal at any moment in life, that it could take one jolting turn and suddenly things aren't a meadow of wild flowers and silver platters, but a dark abyss of misery, pain, and sadness.
Many have gone through these turns. Some haven't. But the dire truth is... we all will. Some may be more abrupt than others, some more painful. Some too painful to carry on.
Had another been in my situation, things might have resulted differently. Another person would not have dealt with this so dangerously. But I'm not another person. The answer I'd resolved to for all my problems was almost my downfall.
Some people say I'm crazy. Others say I'm mentally ill of sick, and maybe I am. But I'm not stupid. Everyone who knows my dangerous secret knows I've been needing, wanting help for a while. But I know I'm beyond help.
I am losing all control...
This is my story. This is everything that I am. Everything I wanted and never wanted to be...
It all started a couple of months ago. At first it was just curiosity; I was eager to see what would happen. My hand was visibly shaking as I slowly reached for my necklace. My eyes gleamed and I smirked, watching all the sharp edges on the little trinkets, dangling over the chain. I could feel my hands perspiring in feverish excitement and apprehension, as I placed one of the edges on my skin.
The little sunlight that peeked through the closed window seemed to illuminate the mark on my wrist when I drew the edge back. Under the ray's seeming spotlight, it turned a sort of reddish-pink, and after watching for several minutes, it began to sting, gradually but surely. But still I was unsatisfied.
As if in a trance, I watched my fingers close on the sharp edge and draw back again, deeper, harder, more painful, more pleasurable, wistful, nostalgic, beautiful, frightening, ... and once the blood came, it was as if I was homesick without it. As if I needed the blood, like a child to their family. I found that I loved the sticky crimson fluid that made its way out of my flesh; loved watching it trickling down my skin. And then I came to the point where, after watching the blood for several moments, I held my arm to my lips and lapped it up; every drop of the blood, feeling its bittersweet taste against my tongue.
It's been like that for months now, but I can't stop.
And I don't think I want to.
It was like, these cuts were nothing but relief to me, I couldn't just bottle up my pain- this was my release from the rest of the world. When I watched the blood edge down my skin, it felt like all my pain and suffering were trapped inside my blood, and as it washed out, all my misery was exiting with it. The pleasure of the cuts took my mind off everything.
I was happy...
And then SHE came.
~*~*~*~~~
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters. But we do own the story. (=Lawyer comes to try to take story=) =Tyba kicks him in the balls= Hands OFF, dude. v.v
A/N: Sorry guys, but this is the prologue, so if it sounds boring at first, we apologize. No one reads the prologues anyway, right? Right. This is the intro to the story, from Inu's point of view...before the story...before she came, and taught him what it meant to stay alive.
~*~*~*~~~
It's amazing.
It's amazing how people are walking by with smiles on their faces, everything perfectly fine, perfectly normal-no troubles, no worries, no cares. And yet... there is never a perfect life in this world. Sure, people may look like they're content, and it may be true for all I know.
But what people don't realize is that while they go on smiling, while they go on not caring, their whole life is leading to that point where things will change. Those sudden turns are so quick, so brutal at any moment in life, that it could take one jolting turn and suddenly things aren't a meadow of wild flowers and silver platters, but a dark abyss of misery, pain, and sadness.
Many have gone through these turns. Some haven't. But the dire truth is... we all will. Some may be more abrupt than others, some more painful. Some too painful to carry on.
Had another been in my situation, things might have resulted differently. Another person would not have dealt with this so dangerously. But I'm not another person. The answer I'd resolved to for all my problems was almost my downfall.
Some people say I'm crazy. Others say I'm mentally ill of sick, and maybe I am. But I'm not stupid. Everyone who knows my dangerous secret knows I've been needing, wanting help for a while. But I know I'm beyond help.
I am losing all control...
This is my story. This is everything that I am. Everything I wanted and never wanted to be...
It all started a couple of months ago. At first it was just curiosity; I was eager to see what would happen. My hand was visibly shaking as I slowly reached for my necklace. My eyes gleamed and I smirked, watching all the sharp edges on the little trinkets, dangling over the chain. I could feel my hands perspiring in feverish excitement and apprehension, as I placed one of the edges on my skin.
The little sunlight that peeked through the closed window seemed to illuminate the mark on my wrist when I drew the edge back. Under the ray's seeming spotlight, it turned a sort of reddish-pink, and after watching for several minutes, it began to sting, gradually but surely. But still I was unsatisfied.
As if in a trance, I watched my fingers close on the sharp edge and draw back again, deeper, harder, more painful, more pleasurable, wistful, nostalgic, beautiful, frightening, ... and once the blood came, it was as if I was homesick without it. As if I needed the blood, like a child to their family. I found that I loved the sticky crimson fluid that made its way out of my flesh; loved watching it trickling down my skin. And then I came to the point where, after watching the blood for several moments, I held my arm to my lips and lapped it up; every drop of the blood, feeling its bittersweet taste against my tongue.
It's been like that for months now, but I can't stop.
And I don't think I want to.
It was like, these cuts were nothing but relief to me, I couldn't just bottle up my pain- this was my release from the rest of the world. When I watched the blood edge down my skin, it felt like all my pain and suffering were trapped inside my blood, and as it washed out, all my misery was exiting with it. The pleasure of the cuts took my mind off everything.
I was happy...
And then SHE came.
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