Konnichi wa!! This is Dark Mist, presenting her first-ever fanfic here at ff.net: Tears of Thunder. That being said, I now find it my sad duty to tell you that, unfortunately, Yu Yu Hakusho does not belong to me, just like my PS2 doesn't belong to me, my computer doesn't belong to me...wait, none of that made sense. *flinches* Please don't hit me!
Please read and review. Any flames will be used to cook my ex-boyfriend.
Dedicated to Nita Mandalawan ( 6/6/93 - 7/3/03 )
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Prologue--Unknown Speaker
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Running. I am always running.
Whether it be from hungry demons or normal people who hate me, no matter what, I run.
Nothing can stop me. It's not like I want to run or anything.
It's just that I have no choice.
Maybe I don't run physically sometimes, but I am always moving. Away from everyone and anyone. Hurting others before they hurt me. It hurt me too at first, but my heart hardened along with my words, then it didn't hurt anymore. Nothing hurts anymore. Not even when weapons cut my skin and blood flows.
I hate this.
Every day is just one constant struggle. I wake up in the morning, unsure if I'll live to see the sunset. I go to sleep at night, unsure if I'll live to see the dawn.
It's the worst feeling, when I want to cry and the tears just won't come. I try and try to let it out, but when nothing comes, I just feel...empty. That's basically what I am. I'm a shell, not even a mere shadow of what I used to be. Empty.
Some days I just want it to end. I'm tired of feeling empty. I'm tired of being lonely. I'm tired, period.
But the sun rises, and so life goes on.
No matter how much it hurts.
Please read and review. Any flames will be used to cook my ex-boyfriend.
Dedicated to Nita Mandalawan ( 6/6/93 - 7/3/03 )
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Prologue--Unknown Speaker
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Running. I am always running.
Whether it be from hungry demons or normal people who hate me, no matter what, I run.
Nothing can stop me. It's not like I want to run or anything.
It's just that I have no choice.
Maybe I don't run physically sometimes, but I am always moving. Away from everyone and anyone. Hurting others before they hurt me. It hurt me too at first, but my heart hardened along with my words, then it didn't hurt anymore. Nothing hurts anymore. Not even when weapons cut my skin and blood flows.
I hate this.
Every day is just one constant struggle. I wake up in the morning, unsure if I'll live to see the sunset. I go to sleep at night, unsure if I'll live to see the dawn.
It's the worst feeling, when I want to cry and the tears just won't come. I try and try to let it out, but when nothing comes, I just feel...empty. That's basically what I am. I'm a shell, not even a mere shadow of what I used to be. Empty.
Some days I just want it to end. I'm tired of feeling empty. I'm tired of being lonely. I'm tired, period.
But the sun rises, and so life goes on.
No matter how much it hurts.