I was standing by the edge of a pool. The deep end. The water was smooth as glass; I could see my pale reflection in it. I had a video camera in one hand, a cinderblock with some cloth tied to it, the cloth tied to my foot, and pills to dull the pain. If there was any. I sighed, and pushed my golden hair out of my face. If anyone would hate me, then its better that I was gone. Having to wonder whether I'd go crazy by the age of twenty, wishing Hayner and Olette would get along better, and that maybe the weird dreams would go away and I could live life normally.
I had swallowed almost too many pain pills. My stomach was a totally upset. Even as I wandered around for a bit, thinking, I'd rush to the toilet and throw up what little food was in my stomach. After it was finally empty, the nausea settled down and I could continue with my plan.
I went over and set the camera up about five feet away from me. I pressed 'RECORD' and started talking. "Hi Mom, Dad, I want to say I love you. Hayner, I want you all to know that you're my best friend. The best I could ever have. You've taught me a lot, and I'm so glad. I want you to know I care so much for you. Thank you for being great to me. But every else didn't believe I should still be here so…..I'll say good-bye. You're all the best. I'll see you all in the afterlife." I waved then reached forward and turned it off.
Suddenly, Hayner and Pence walked in, they were also carrying blocks. I blinked. Hayner dropped his block and it cracked down the middle. "What the hell-" Hayner said.
"What are you doing here?" Pence said.
"What does it look like, dickhead!" I shouted back, "I should ask you the same question!"
Both of them looked ashamed. "Well Roxas, we should have told you…," Pence started.
"We're gay." Hayner said blandly.
I started trembling. "You-You two?" I asked, pointing a shaking finger at them.
"Not with each other!" Pence said. "I'm for…..well...errr…..Seifer." He mumbled and I struggled not to fall on my ass.
"Hayner...?" I asked, turning to him.
"For...you." Hayner said, rubbing his arm.
As my knees gave way, they hit the cinder block and it slipped into the water. With the realization of my complete stupidity, it tugs on my ankle. Then drags me straight to the water. "ROXAS!" Hayner screamed.
I yell with pain and try to grab the pool side. My fingers latch on, and then I realize it's wet.
The fingers almost immediately slip.
With a cry, I am plunged under the surface. I sink, floundering helplessly, straight to the bottom, the block hitting the pool bottom with a muted thump.
Trapped.
Through tears and stinging chlorine, I struggle against the cloth tied to my foot. In the water I can't see straight and my fingers scrabble uselessly against the bond. My nails quickly become torn up. The jagged parts slice clean through my skin.
By the time I realize I'd been screaming my head off underwater, I'm out of air.
Black spots appear on my vision.
I look up to see Hayner's terrified face staring at me as he dives in after me.
My hand half floats half extends towards him.
Hayner grabs my wrist and tries to tug me upwards.
Small streams of bubbles escape from my mouth when I try to cry out from the yanking on my ankle.
The black spots were growing bigger as Hayner swam down and began to untie the noose.
By the time he'd gotten it undone, I had felt myself beginning to float away.
My spirit rising from my body to fly upwards as he dragged me to the surface. I hoped to finally leave. I floated upwards, toward a bright light and...
To what I hoped was heaven!