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Was that disclaimer queer or what? Yeah it kindda was. Anyways, I really started to get into these suicide fics! So I've decided to take my hand at it, ya know, just see what I can do! If it sucks, they will get better! I'm working on making my chapters longer! I'm REALLY working on that! Look at RockStar! Ch. 4 is 21 pages! I'm getting better!
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I just ran, felt like jumping actually. I couldn't help that he chose the mud pie over me, I don't really care. I just want to run away from this world, and my own. I let my soul unleash and I saw the flashes of green fly by me. The canopy of leaves and branches passing me by faster than I could run, my urge to fly was getting the better of me. Scents of water and damp woods coiled up in my nostrils and my eyes were dancing to the rhythmic beating of my heart. I felt it crawl up in my throat and pound in my ears, it ached, but the dull annoyance was replaced by freedom.
I knew I was going to be free, I watched my plan before my eyes. I had finally come to the clearing I was looking for. The luscious green locks on the Earth were warm and brushing against my ankles, I could feel my end arousing. After searching by pocket for a moment I came across the knife I wanted. With a flip of the handle the crisp blade lunged out and pierced the air; the sun gleaming heavily off it and reflecting my torn brown eyes.
Before I could even think about it, I went to my work. Finding the vital vein… one on my wrist… the other… the neck… Perfect. I giddy smile tugged on my lips and I placed the icy dagger on my wrist. Slowly, I pulled the blade athwart and pushed down lightly, causing the skin to part and the dark crimson liquid to ooze from underneath it and slither down to my fingertips.
The pain was intense, but nothing compared to what I would be feeling if I hadn't decided this conclusion. I grasped the blade with my other, shaky hand and cut straight along the line this time. The flowing scarlet syrup purged out of my limb and spilled over the forearm, staining the green with death. My smile grew larger, and I leaned my head back towards the sun and sighed in liberation. Next, the neck.
I found my pulse by running my fingers down my neckline and found the perfect spot. With the now burgundy blade, I reached up and sliced the flesh under my jaw. Not deep enough to puncture my airway and choke, but just enough to send the familiar warm sensation of blood running down my neck and my shoulder blade. It felt like a slow warm shower… slowly running down your body and forcing your clothes to cling to your body. After all the cutting, I was nearly covered in my own blood, a scarlet puddle was forming around me and my now red attire was stuck to me, revealing all my curves and figure. Look what he missed out on…
My skin was cooling, paling, and generally growing closer to the end. My lips, I knew were blue. My perfect lips, untouched, un bitten, also… un kissed. I'll never know what it's like to feel someone else's lips against my own. Never knowing exactly what it feels like to love, to be loved. With this final leap, I'm giving up everything. But you never forget a first love, and you never get over it either. A broken heart… where does it go? It never fits together the same again, but it can be simulated to look it. It can look like an exact replica… but it's fragile and in one swipe… it can shatter.
My dark raven hair spun around my face and flew in front of me. The chilling breeze of a last fall escaping me, the bone-rattling feeling of your heavy eyelids shutting for one last time… I could almost feel the long awaited impact now; it was in my reach… getting closer and closer. But when I never hit I knew he found me, I felt the vaguely familiar embrace around my torso and the desperately recognizable voice.
"Kagome…" His arms tightened and I heard him heave some air out of his chest. "What drove you to this? Dammit…" He sighed again, somewhat how I sounded when I was about to breakdown. My head rattled back and forth, my body shook; he was trying to wake me up. "Common, answer me, Kagome. Wake up! This isn't funny anymore! Wake up damn you!"
My blood stained body was brought up to his own, in one last squeeze, I felt my last thread of consciousness leave me behind. The large, wet tawny orbs that lay upon me were soft and sorrowful. He whispered the words, like my lifeline, it was almost gone. "I'm sorry, Kagome…"
For the first time in this whole experience… my soul smiled and he smiled back. My felt myself being hurdled back to reality and slammed into the Earth. My blood-coated throat sputtered and graveled, his eyes widened, and mine were in slits. A smile tugged at his lips and formed around his smooth cheeks, I smiled back. With all my might, and my last breath, I had to tell him. My raspy voice reached his sensitive ears and wrapped around his heart.
"I'm sorry too koishii." My eyes shut again, but barely hanging on to life, the last thing I felt… was the warm feeling of his lips on my own.
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Okay, was that sad or what! I've never written anything like that before, was it good? Please, I need to know. I'm gonna have like ten or something, putting them in this instead of making a million one-shots. Ya know? Right, well, my legs got woozy on that one… WHOO! I'm not squeamish but DAMN! Holy snap… Haha.
-Yura