No Love
A/N: This is done through Brooklyn's Point of View, just so you know. This was also inspired by the first few lines of Marine-Depths13's Perfect. It inspired me right away, and I thought I'd try writing my own. The song is No Love by Simple Plan. Uhh...has suicide, character death, no pairing, and mentions of Brooky's father being a drunk bastard, and his mother abandoning him as a child. I don't know anything about his family, so bare with me. Besides, I haven't seen any Beyblade episodes for years.
BTW: I don't own anything. Simple Plan owns the song, I don't own Beyblade, and this was inspired by Marine-Depths13 one shot "Perfect".
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Staring out into the world across the street
You hate the way your life turned out to be
He's pulling up in the driveway and you don't make a sound
Cause you always learned to hold the things you want to say
You're always gonna be afraid
Walking through a rusting black gate, my eyes widened. No...everything was dying. Blood was caked on the floor, painting the beautiful stone crimson. Flowers withered all around me, and I shook. This was a dream; it had to be a dream! My mind screamed at me, and I saw myself, my dark self, appear before me.
"This is your fault. You created me by your lust to win! Everything is dying because of you!" It cackled, eyes narrowed at me.
Shaking, I replied, "I...didn't know...this can't...why...?!" My voice shook with every sound, and soon everything lay around us, ebony, their dying screams disappearing with the invisible wind that whipped past us.
There's only hate
There's only tears
There's only pain
There is no love here
So what will you do?
Sweat dripped down my forehead, crystal eyes wide in pain and regret.
"..." No words slipped past parted lips, only shallow gasps. Shaky arms held me up in the pitch black room, the only comfort a small light coming through the open window from the moon overhead. The limbs gave way, and I fell harshly on my back, the dark ceiling above mocking me, haunting me with those nightmares.
It kept playing over and over, relentless. Everyone expected me to stand tall, yet I could never seem to do that. I was weak when I broke, and I was arrogant and harsh when I was not. Boris...he seems to think he knows everything about me, yet he doesn't know what to do when I go into a rage. No, he sends Hiro for him. Because Hiro is the only one who can seem to make me turn my clouded rage into pure concentration to win in battle.
There's only lies
There's only fears
There's only pain
There is no love here
A failure.
A monster.
A freak.
That's all I ever was, and I had to survive on my own. I couldn't have friends; everyone feared me and hated me. They tried to hide it, but I could see it clearly. I could see their rage, their hate, their absolute fear and disgust of me.
A lost cause.
A nobody.
A nightmare.
They didn't like me, they couldn't even be bothered to glance at me, in fear I might snap. But I wasn't like that, I wasn't like that. I couldn't be life that...could I? No...I'm not a failure. Hahaha...I can't be. I'm not! But it still haunted me. Did I cause everything? Was everything my fault and mine alone? Was that nightmare telling me what was to come? Everything would be destroyed...because of me. And somewhere, deep down, I had a feeling it was true.
Broken down like a mirror smashed to pieces
You learned the hard way to shut your mouth and smile
And if these walls could talk, they would have so much to say
Cause every time you fight the scars are gonna heal
But they're never gonna go away
Curling into a ball, my fear shone in my eyes. What have I done...? Everything is so messed up, and my life is just a mistake. It was no wonder that my father hated me, and my mother abandoned me.
I couldn't stand the pain, it just hurt too much. It was so painful, but I wouldn't cry. I couldn't cry. I was a man, I was strong...at least, I thought I was. Not anymore. I was just a weak failure, a freak, a monster, a disgrace, a nightmare.
There's only hate
There's only tears
There's only pain
There is no love here
So what will you do?
There's only lies
There's only fears
There's only pain
There is no love here
So what will you do?
My eyes were blank, the cerulean orbs glaring at anything that dared even glance at me. I hated it when people looked at me, yet I despised it when they didn't.
Maybe it was my own insecurities that made that possible. I just couldn't stand anyone else. I could feel their hate, and I hate it. I hate them. I hate myself most. I had even convinced myself that no one would care that I was gone, so I wouldn't bother to leave a note.
You're falling
You're screaming
You're stuck in the same old nightmare
He's lying
You're crying
There's nothing left to salvage
There was nothing left for me in this world. And the knife just looked so tempting. My hand unconsciously grabbed it, pulling it from the drawer, and the metal glinted in the sunlight that rained down on me from the kitchen window.
I was screaming in my head, falling in on myself. Tears cascaded down my face, yet I paced to my room, broken. It wasn't today. Not today. I would wait. I would wait until my spirit was gone, smashed to pieces. I was stuck in this horrid nightmare, with no escape except for the pain to end all pain.
Kick the door cause this is over
Get me out of here
Kick the door
My breath caught in my throat as the front door was kicked open, and drunken slurs filled the house. I was petrified, I couldn't move as the door to my small room burst open, my father standing there with a drunken smirk.
I backed away slowly, still grasping the knife tightly in my grip, fear sinking into my eyes with hatred.
I could see the loathing in his eyes, and I could also see the revolver in his hand, his finger wrapped around the trigger as he raised it to my head. Time slowed down. I dashed forward. I plunged the knife into his heart at the same time he pulled the trigger. It missed my head, but dug itself into my shoulder, and I stood there, shaking, as he fell to the ground. The knife was still embedded into his chest, and I choked on my breath.
I...I killed him.
There's only hate
There's only tears
There's only pain
There is no love here
So what will you do?
There's only lies
There's only fears
There's only pain
There is no love here
Tell me what will you do
My eyes watered, tears falling once more, silent. I dug the knife deeper into my arm, watching blood pour from the wound and gather at my feet. I swooned, my vision blurring as I pulled the knife out and moved to a spot only inches away, digging the knife in just as deep.
My hand was coated in blood. My blood. His blood.
I gave up. Fuck beyblading, fuck Boris, fuck life.
I smiled. I fucking smiled as I died. I was happy to end this hellish nightmare finally. It was over.
There's only hate
There's only tears
There's only pain
There is no love here
It was over.