Driven To Death
"XANDER!!!!"
Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!
Xander hated his life. His dysfunctional sad pathetic family.
"XANDER!!!!!!!"
DIE! Burn! I HATE YOU!
His friends. What friends? Do friends forget each other? Avoid? He hadn't seen Buffy or Giles or even Willow for weeks.
"XANDER!!!!!!!"
Oh, dinners ready.
That old song.
Hate the way that you've taken back everything you've given to me.
Who? Life? What was he given in the first place?
And the way that you always say, It's nothing to do with me
.Or the shouted, screaming version.
Wanna be wild cos my life's so tame
Tame. Yeah.
Here I am, going nowhere on a train
Nowhere.
Here I am, growing older in the rain
Gone.
Tears wouldn't come. No, anger was it's substitute.
Down in the kitchen.
Making toast.
Holding the knife.
Glinting in the sun.
So sharp.
NO!
Running. Maybe forever. Falling.................
Somebody entered the room.
His Father. No. Not possible, him being created from that. That thing was more evil than any of the demons Buffy had ever fought.
"XANDER!!!"
Filled with hate.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!!"
Hand reaching into drawer.
"ANSWER ME OR I'LL BEAT YOU WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE!!"
Hand makes contact. Long. Smooth. Jagged. Sharp.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! YOU IGNORANT LITTLE SHIT!!"
Red. Red everywhere. Running. GO! NOW!
Bathroom. Cabinet, pills. Falling.......
Everything dizzy. What? Fading.
He always knew this was how he was to end up. One of the many stories of children driven to death in Sunnydale.
Would he be missed?
Not long now, he knew. He had finished the bottle. Soon he would be free, all the pain would disappear.
Not long now...........
He felt his body shutting down. His breathing stopped. His heart did its last beat.
Peace.
Xander LaVelle Harris Of Sunnydale, California was found dead in his bathroom, after taking an overdose of sleeping tablets. It was believed he had brutally stabbed his father to death before being driven to suicide. The cause of this savage murder is yet unknown.