Going Under
Warning! Suicide fic! Very short. No, I'm not saying who's POV. You'll find out at the end.
I'm going under. I can't stop this spiral. No, the pull is too great, the promise of oblivion too strong.
The promise of Death.
I want to die. I want to die, God Damn it! I can't bear to be in this false world of lies and shadows and pretending he's not gone.
He's dead! Stop acting like he's not!
They all cried at his funeral. Why did they? It's not like any of them really knew him, or even gave a damn. Hell, some of them hated him!
They all tell me that it'll be okay, just give it time.
No!
It'll never be okay! How could it, now that he's dead?
Most of them don't even know how he died. They think it was a car accident.
Hmph.
He was too strong for that, too stubborn to die like that. The only way he would die is if he wanted to die. Can't they see that?
Yuugi knows. He can tell. Perceptive little midget.
Isis knows. Hell, she found him.
He was sitting in the bathroom, leaning against the wall... and smiling. Not many people would understand that. Why would someone who was dying, smile?
Simple.
He found release.
He found redemption.
The one thing that sticks in my mind is the knife. It's a thing of beauty, really. A dragon's head carved into the handle, and blade so sharp it could slit a man's throat in one swipe.
Or a man's wrists.
Don't you think it's odd; that I would keep the thing that killed my brother? It's not really, once you know why I kept it.
I'm going to use it.
For the same thing he did.
I'm going to slit my wrists, just like he did.
And I'm going to do it now.
I can't stand being in this imaginary world anymore. I've hit the bottom.
Softly, I whisper,
"I coming, Niisama.
Wait for me, Seto."
Slice.
Yes, I just killed off both Seto and Mokuba. I was depressed when I wrote this. And listening to Evanescence. In other words, stress release.
Warning! Suicide fic! Very short. No, I'm not saying who's POV. You'll find out at the end.
I'm going under. I can't stop this spiral. No, the pull is too great, the promise of oblivion too strong.
The promise of Death.
I want to die. I want to die, God Damn it! I can't bear to be in this false world of lies and shadows and pretending he's not gone.
He's dead! Stop acting like he's not!
They all cried at his funeral. Why did they? It's not like any of them really knew him, or even gave a damn. Hell, some of them hated him!
They all tell me that it'll be okay, just give it time.
No!
It'll never be okay! How could it, now that he's dead?
Most of them don't even know how he died. They think it was a car accident.
Hmph.
He was too strong for that, too stubborn to die like that. The only way he would die is if he wanted to die. Can't they see that?
Yuugi knows. He can tell. Perceptive little midget.
Isis knows. Hell, she found him.
He was sitting in the bathroom, leaning against the wall... and smiling. Not many people would understand that. Why would someone who was dying, smile?
Simple.
He found release.
He found redemption.
The one thing that sticks in my mind is the knife. It's a thing of beauty, really. A dragon's head carved into the handle, and blade so sharp it could slit a man's throat in one swipe.
Or a man's wrists.
Don't you think it's odd; that I would keep the thing that killed my brother? It's not really, once you know why I kept it.
I'm going to use it.
For the same thing he did.
I'm going to slit my wrists, just like he did.
And I'm going to do it now.
I can't stand being in this imaginary world anymore. I've hit the bottom.
Softly, I whisper,
"I coming, Niisama.
Wait for me, Seto."
Slice.
Yes, I just killed off both Seto and Mokuba. I was depressed when I wrote this. And listening to Evanescence. In other words, stress release.