Hey all! I got randomly depressed and came up with this random story. It made me even more depressed :(
Oh, and BTW, its all from Al's POV.
He had tried so many times, in many different ways.
Suffocation.
Drowning.
Overdose.
Gas inhalation.
Cutting.
Alcohol.
Hanging.
He had tried, but we were always there to stop him. His friends who cared about him. Who had always been there for him.
It was heartbreaking that I, his brother and only family he had left, couldn't do anything to stop him this time.
If it were possible, I would have cried when I saw him sobbing, repenting his sins in front of the mirror, gun in hand and loaded.
I know he saw me standing there, watching him with what would've been a pained and sorrowful expression, if I could move my face. He didn't care.
I screamed when he raised the gun and squeezed the trigger. When the blood splattered all over the side of the room. All over me.
I cradled him in my arms, wailing, wishing he would open his golden, fiery eyes. That the colour would come back to his tear-streaked cheeks.
But I knew that wouldn't happen. At least as long as I didn't do the same thing that got us into this mess.
Human Transmutation.
That was a very tempting idea at the time. But I knew that Brother wouldn't like it if I brought him back that way. He would only be disappointed.
He would be ashamed of me. Especially at this moment.
I re-read his suicide note for the hundredth time, sobbing with each word that I saw.
"Don't cry over me, for this was my own decision.
I'm sorry, to everyone that I know and who reads this, but this wasn't your fault.
It was mine, for endangering everyone I know, and love.
And to Alphonse, my dear little brother. Here's a little rhyme that I heard from when we were travelling.
'Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acid stains you,
And drugs cause cramp,
Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awful,
You might as well live'
Please, Al, respect my last wish and keep on living without me. You've got your whole life ahead of you. Don't give it up just because of me.
With love, sincerity and empathy,
Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist."
I put down the note and lift my helmet. I pick up the knife.
I set the knife in place, and thrust it backwards.
I just hope that they get MY note when they find me, lying on the floor of Ed's apartment, where he died.
I think about what I wrote on the note, as I hear the sound of metal on metal, a loud CRACK, then deafening silence.
"I'm coming, Brother. To everyone, my friends, my enemies, and people I know, this wasn't your fault. It was my own decision.
With love, sincerity, and sorrow,
Farewell.
Alphonse Elric."
So watchya think? Please R&R