Tick, tock, tick, tock.
That was my world. All I heard was the clicking of the mahogany grandfather clock, and all I felt I could do was simply stare morosely at what was the pendulum swinging to and fro, to and fro. How long had it been since they were gone? A month?
And how long had it been since I moved from this chair? A week? Whatever, however, it all boiled down to one simple fact. I didn't want to move. I wanted to sit where I was until I passed on, of starvation, of thirst, or even a freak accident, where I ended up melded with the floorboards. I wanted to die. In my life, never, have I wanted anything more than to die. Well, for now that is.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
I knew that it had been awhile since I had done anything worth my own time. I knew I looked more than disheveled. I knew my hoodie was torn, and charred in spots, and overdue scabs covered my arms and legs, keeping my new fur from growing in. I dared not breathe through my nose; I knew I smelt like grime, dirt, and charcoal. My body no longer ached, and the tears had stopped streaming down my face, that very night. I had cried my soul out, and my once happy self reflected the nature outside, where my tears had fallen on the blades of grass.
I didn't have to look out of the window to know that this April had brought a beautiful spring.
Who am I?
My name is Lune. I am a child of the moon. I don't have any memory of when I evolved whatsoever, but I guess there was a time when I was that happy. I am half umbreon. How do I know I am half? Well, if you took a look at me, I'm sure you would think the exact same thing. The technical term for it is a mouthful, so I just call people like me 'morphs. I look like a human; I walk on two legs, I have thumbs and everything.
But now?
I'm just some 14 year old kid who stays cooped up in his house. What else can I do? Mom, dad, and dear Theresa were all gone. There's a dreaded feeling you get when someone you know dies. It's the horrible realization that once they're gone, they're gone. You can't speak with them again, you can't make memories, and you can't make amends, nothing.
That is a simple, but horrifying fact, and it's the one that's kept me sitting here, waiting for death, as I stared at the grandfather clock, transfixed by its look, and noise.
Tick, tock, - THUMP THUMP THUMP.
I jumped. I don't mean I flinched at the sound. I literally leaped from the chair I was in. I swear I heard by bones creak, and I felt several others pop loudly. I remained still, in the fear that there was somebody with malicious intent at my door. Then I heard the thumping noise again. And again. I immediately knew who it was, the second it became constant and undying.
I felt a small smile creep up my lips, and I shouted to the door, in a gravelly and deep voice I didn't know was mine. "Hold your damned horses Riley!" With that, I hobbled over to the door; the trip seemed longer than I remember. Again, the constant pounding. I rolled my eyes, and opened the door. Not much to my surprise, my friend Riley was there, a wide smile over his face. He was a pure lucario, and despite the situation, he was the guy who'd find a way to look on the bright side. His arms were folded behind his back, and he swayed where he stood.
"Good afternoon, Lune." He said. I had almost mistaken his voice to be without emotion, but really, I could heart a little bit of everything in there.
I managed a smile just as wide back at him. "Heya Riley." I replied, a feeling welling up in my chest. Positivity. His presence was just enough to do that.
"It's been weeks since I've seen you, how've you been doing?" he asked, concern clouding his happy go lucky face, like a storm cloud of uncertainty. I raised my hand, and shook it around in that famous so-so symbol.
"I haven't really felt up to much man. I know you weren't much better than I was when it happened." I answered. I knew it was true. Theresa was my sister, and Riley had a massive crush on her. I do mean massive. He once saw her topless, and the fur on his face was stained red for a week. I knew Theresa felt towards him more or less the same, but she knew how to be secretive about it. Riley's head hung in my response, and he sighed.
"Yeah, I know, but now, we need to get you out of here- I'm not that sure about how long you've been in here either." I chuckled. I guess he was right; I could have used some moonlight. An umbreon's fur will pale without any.
"Alright," I said. "Alright. Come on in, and give me a while to get ready." I opened the door for the lucario, and stepped aside, watching him closely as he stepped inside. "And you watch your spikes Riley- I don't care about the type disadvantage, tear open the sofa again, and you have my word I'll drag you to Black Ice Gorge myself, and toss you over the edge."
Riley squeaked. He took heed of my warning, and folded his arms inward, cradling each spike in his chest. It may have been a bit harsh, but I was getting tired of him ripping holes in the couch whenever he came over. I nodded approvingly at him, and began my ascent of the nearby stairs, where the nearest bathroom was. On my way up, I heard the inevitable riiiiiiip of a cushion. I resisted the urge to growl, and kept walking.
Once inside the bathroom, I shut the door behind me, and began to disrobe. I stepped into the shower, and let the hot water roll down my body. I nearly screamed in agony. It was really, really, hot. I frantically twisted the knob the other way, and was met with a jet of water that was as cold as ice. "Arceus!" I exclaimed. "It's either arctic circle, or mordor!"
I managed after around five minutes of second degree burns and hypothermia an ideal temperature. I then took my time lathering myself in body wash, and ridding myself of dirt, lint, excess fur, and several other unpleasant things in my fur. The water running off my feet was a murky brown, and held whatever I aimed to get out of it. Soon, I was all clean. I turned off the water, and stepped from the steamy glass box. I quickly dried and smoothed my fur, smiling as I saw the lustrous shine it had been lacking for the past weeks.
I stepped downstairs in a new change of clothes, new hoodie, new jeans, and a new shirt. I saw Riley curled into a ball on the couch, and a couple of long tears. I didn't suppress my growl this time. I walked up to him, and lifted him up by just his arms. He squirmed in my grip, and I dragged him out of the house. I tossed him onto the porch.
"Not quite the gorge." He wheezed.
"No, not yet. Just lay there, and I'll get to the gorge." I replied with a slight chuckle. Without giving him a chance to reply, I shut the door. Immediately, my smile fell, and I made my way to the rear door. I shut it quietly behind me, and I tossed my hood up, my ears folded under the light cloth. I placed my hands in my pockets, and began walking.
Black Ice Gorge was this way.
After an hour of walking, I came to a halt. I looked over the edge of sheer drop, and the air suddenly seemed thinner to me. My heart pounded in my chest, and sweat beaded and dripped down the sides of my head. I really did want to end all I've been feeling.
But could I do it?
What would the others think of me?
Would they even know?
Did I really have to do it?
This and a million other questions rung around in my head. But, I honestly felt like this was going to be my only passage from the turmoil my emotions had become. I tried not to think as I closed my eyes, and wandered closer to the edge.
Don't think of friends, you'll only feel guilty.
Don't think about people in the town, you're not a coward.
Don't think about your family, you'll see them soon enough.
With that, my left foot greeted air on my next step.
I cast myself over the edge.
(A/N: Okay, this is a re-write of my story. It has the same title, and don't bother finding it, because I did take it down, along with all my other works.
I'm sorry about the length, wish it could be longer, but I felt that depth would be a better component for the chapter.
Anyway, since this IS a fresh start, the story won't quite be the same, but the plot is still the same. I hope all you little mongers like it so far.
Read, review, and above all, enjoy!
-The Eeveelution Kid
(PS. I changed my pen name. owo)
