OMG! i cant belive I wrote sadstuck!
Shadows and Regrets
We were very young and naïve, not knowing anything back then. That our friendship was wrong. We were unaware of the danger we were putting each other into.
I remember all the wonderful times we had together. The smiles, that laughs, the tears. All the way back to when we first met.
He saw me there, crying. He comforted me, stood up for me, made me feel important. After that, we were inseparable. Best morails.
But, then we grew up.
The hemospectrum forbade our relationship. We still saw each other in secret, but it wasn't the same. He was the Grand Highblood. I was just a mutant.
An outcast.
The Sufferer.
Of course, I still had the Dolorosa to turn to, but it wasn't him. The Disciple and the Psiisoniic were okay, but I longed for one thing.
Him.
That's when I came up with the idea to get rid of the god-forsaken hemospectrum, and let all of us live together as equals.
The idea spread. I gained followers. I was considered a savior.
I felt more alone.
The Condense was the great highblood that ruled over our whole race. She didn't like the idea. She wanted me dead.
I was soon captured, to be executed.
At this time, I was hoping he would come. To comfort me. To save me. To… love me.
This was when I realized my red feelings for him.
At the execution, The Disciple saved me. She insisted that she was to be killed and not I. The Executioner took pity on her. The look in his eyes was pure love.
If only the Highblood looked at me like that.
He never would though.
I mean, look at me!
I'm disgusting!
I was no longer to be executed, but to be tortured to a slow, agonizing death.
I was chained to stone, lifted off the ground. My arms grew weaker by the second.
Then the beatings.
Candy red blood filled my vision with the sounds of laughter and mockery ringing in my ears.
The torture ended, but at the same time, never left.
He finally came.
Now, standing in front of me with an unreadable expression, I started crying. He only stood there.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Fear.
What would you have done if I told you?
Silence.
Maybe now was the time to tell him. Quickly. My strength is leaving.
I'm sorry. I feared for my life. I feared of what you would think. That you would… abandon me. Leave me to… die. Not letting me get… the chance to tell you what's on my mind.
"What's on your mind?"
Silence.
"What do you want to tell me?"
Silence.
I love you.
He stood there. Expressionless. Emotionless. I wanted to yell at him. Force him to say something.
He only turned around and walked away.
He abandoned me.
I am completely alone.
No one cares nor will ever care about The Sufferer.
I spent my final breaths thinking about him.
I regret not telling him sooner.
As I walked away, my heart broke. There, bleeding and wounded, was my morail.
I wanted to run back and free him.
Embrace him.
Tell him… I love him too.
I regret not helping him.
I am now, completely alone.
Inspired by Shadows and Regrets by Yellowcard
Just... let me sob in corner now...