Author's Message:
Hello Readers I'm Seira, I'm here to share my work
It's a story not related to the anime plot, I just use the characters sorry for that. I made this story just to share a part of my creativity, even though I might not please everyone, I still hope some may appreciate it
Thank you so much. I Seira, presents the first part of my story…
Bed of Roses: Death
A sharp wheezing intake of breath.
"When did it start to happen?" I ask to myself. But there is no point in paying attention to stupid question.
I feel my chest and the air on it, my heart had been torn apart by the huge axe slashed across my body.
A through and through hole in my stomach, I can feel the coldness entering my front and going out of my back. There's also the gurgling of my lungs, bubbles of sticky mucus on my throat going out of my mouth. I threw up and saw the spray of saliva and the iron, salty blood.
"It's a blood that's making this wheezy sounds." I smiled, cough out the blood and add a sharp intake of breath.
Dying, as I planned nine years ago is ideal, I'll just die an instant death, no more talking, no more time to see if I'll go to the hospital and be treated. Just die. So relieving, so peaceful, no more worries.
But dying now is not good. Really not good. I don't want my eyes open, seeing that there is no one to mourn and watch, no one with me, It makes me think that being alone is a great deal. I can see that this place is isolated, an old fallen building just waiting for the demolisher. No one will find me here, I can't shout, I can't move, I'll die without being buried properly. "That's such a pain." I laugh, cough out blood and add a sharp intake of breath.
I have live a life in misery, I was orphaned, adopted by parents who use me as a claim tag of fortune. My friends are all fake, they want me in their group, I don't want to brag or anything but because I'm a guy magnet, In the end they all end up with various men in the bed and me end up in the coffee shop across the motel. No one consider me important, just important enough to get what they want. "What an assess!" I cried, coughing out of blood and taking a sharp intake of breath.
Nothing, I have nothing now, just this drying blood and hole in my stomach, I'm Dying, dying a very painful death.
"Do you want to live?" a voice ask from nowhere. A low, cold, and very attractive sweet honey voice. He asked me a stupid question.
"How can I live?" I cough. "I had nothing..."
"Do you want to live?" he asked again, I was starting to get annoyed by his stupid questions.
"It sucks right... dying alone?" He asked again this time it clutches my heart that it hurts, so much pain.
Tears fell from my eyes. I sniffed so hard, I was running out of life, and for the first time in ten years I was crying, but tears now won't help, nothing will help.
"Do you want to live?" the voice asked again, but I can't reply, no more life to answer his question, I just opened my eyes to look at the last scenery i was going to see, how unfortunate.
There was something beside me on my death bed, a dog, a black huge dog, but he's not scary, it's so much better than having nothing before dying. The dog looked at me with searching eyes.
"Thank you..." I manage to say. "Thanks for staying..."
The dog looking at my eyes and a bright warm light was the last thing I see before it all went blank. At least there was some warmth before I finally close my eyes. Now I wonder, Where it really begin...
--to be continued--