Where do I belong?
A.N Hey there! This is my first gravitation fic and it's actually the first time I post a fic. I wrote it last night, after a little "incident" and today I decided to post it and see how it goes. It's very short but this is kind of a prologue. If I feel like it and I get some reviews, maybe I'll write a full story.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Only the events.
Warnings: Self-harm
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The silence of an empty room. The noise of a busy street. The sound of a blanket being pulled into a cold body, in a futile attempt of getting the warm it should provide. The noise of cars passing on the street and some dogs barking. The darness of an empty room. The semi-darkness outside. The light from a tv on mute. The lights from the street lamps that iluminate the strangers outside. A stereo playing. The noise outside. The sound of a blanket being pulled from the cold body. The sound of a hand grasping a knife on the nightstand. The sound of a knife in contact with skin. The silent sound of it being cut.
A memory. A cut. Another memory. Another cut.
The blood falling from the arm to the blanket. A small relief. The almost inexistent pain.
A new memory. A new cut.
More blood shed into the white blanket. Still no pain.
More cuts, one after another, more and more deep.
Blood flowing down on the pale skin. No attempt to stop it from staining the already stained blanket.
Relief. Relief from a heart full of pain. Relief from bittersweet memories. Relief from life.
Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.
Cut until there is no more skin to cut.
Two bloody arms. A socked once white blanket. A bloody knife put back on the nightstand.
A body lifting itself from the bed, searching for a new source of relief. A pack of cigarets found lying on the floor. A lighter just next to it. A hand pulling a cigaret from its card prision. The sound of bare feet walking to a window. The sound of a cigaret being lit. The soft sound of a breath inhaling smoke. The soft sound of a breath exhaling smoke. The instant relief of nicotine rushing through the veins.
The artificially iluminated city. The cars running. People walking in a fast pace. The wet street from recent rain. The cold wind blowing. A sad face exhaling the smoke from the cigaret. Blood still falling on the floor. Memories of past events. Memories of recent events. Memories of five minutes ago. Guilt building up inside. Beautiful eyes feeling dry with the need to cry but finding themselves unable to. Eyes that haven't cried for so long. Eyes that have losed the capacity to cry.
A cigaret being put off on the ashtray. A last look at the city below.
The sound of a body lying down on a bed. The sound of the music still playing on the stereo. The sound of cars outside. The distant voices of people on the street. The noise from the neighbours. Doors closing. Chairs being pulled on the floor. The darkness of a lonely room. The fading light from the tv. A troubled mind.
A look into the cut arms. A light touch on the dry blood. The thought of cleaning it but having no intentions of doing so. Memories coming back. Memories that hurt. Memories that should have been away for awhile. The little physical pain from minutes ago that have completely disappeared. The mental pain returning full force. The need to cry but not being able to. Questions unanswered. A body covering under the stained blanket. Sleep taking over. A soft whisper escaping the tender lips.
"Yuki..."
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A.N. And that's it. Please, let me know if you liked it or not. I know is not much but I would like to know how bad or good it is. And if you have any questions feel free to ask me.
R&R. Thanks