Cold -------------------------------
I shiver, ... so cold. It eats away at me, heartless. I can't take it. I rub my arms, face, legs, anywhere to try and dispel the stabbing cold.
Worthless. Undeserving, I shiver violently and sneeze. I hate this feeling. Of being cold, on the inside. I yearn for love. I hate this feeling of emptyness inside of me.
Hollow. A hollow heart. Soul gone. Nothing to live for. The screams resound in my head. Merciless. Nothing matters. I don't matter. Floating alone. Cold, dark. I have nothing, no one cares. The dark void of space. No home. No friends.
I stare at nothing, trying to make some sense of my fucked up life. Memories. Solo. Sister Helen. Father Maxwell. Hatred. Suffering. Endlessly. Tormenting. It haunts, stalks me. Downward spiral. Helpless, friendless. Worthless. No good.
Bother. (FLASHBACK) " Kisama, Maxwell! Can't you be serious for once?" Wufei." Omae o korosu, baka." Heero. "Don't bether me Duo, I'm busy." Quatre. "...Incompetent fool. icy glare." Trowa.(END FLASHBACK)
They hated me. Always pushing me away. Rejection. Hurt. Lies. Cold. My heart is frozen. Alone. Nightmares. Scars on my wrists. Anger. Sorrow. So much I can't take. I'd do them good with killing myself. They would never miss me
. Do them a favour and kill myself. I closed my eyes and slept, never to wake up again as my sorrow,anger,sadness,pain, and my soul poured from my wrists and formed a pool.I never heard the frantic voices of four familier pilots, nor did i feel my body being picked up and taken somewhere. I never felt the tears fall on my face. Cold. ------------------------------------------------------------ i wrote this in a bout of depression but i have now redone this story hope you like it.