This is Marik's POV.
Warnings: Suicide
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Yugioh, I am merely borrowing them.
I Watched Him Die
Prolog
We used a webcamera to keep in touch after he moved. That's how I observed Ryou's desent.
His pale arms became marred with strawberry gashes. At first, he didn't think I noticed, until the day I finally pointed them out. I saw the panic set into his features as his mind raced for an excuse, an incredibly unbelivable one. Like an idiot, I let it go.
Later on, he started wearing long sleeves and armwarmers to hide them. But I knew. Despite this I still blew it off. A mistake I will regret for the rest of my life.
He started to talk about death. It was just some little chatter at the beginning, a joke here, a story there. But, oh, how that escalated.He became obsessed with it. Showing me pictures of autopsies and torture. Sending me grotesque poetry. He even started discussing, no, -planning- his own death.
I tried to get him to stop, which only angered him. He yelled and cursed me, in a demonic language I didn't understand. That's when I knew I'd lost him.
Still, I begged and pleaded for him to return to the friend I once knew. He replied simply:
"He's gone, forever."
I broke down right there, crying for him. He could see it through the camera. See the pain he was causing me, the torment I was going through. And he laughed! A cruel, malicious laugh. He mocked and degraded me. Made me feel stupid.
That's when I snapped.
I screamed hateful things at him. Things I didn't mean. Things that sent him over the edge.
I saw him pick up the gun, his hand steady, his features calm. He pressed it to his temple. My eyes widened in recognition of the situation. I tried my hardest to speak, my words failed me when they counted the most! He wispered his affections and pulled the trigger.
My terror-filled screams filled the still air. I latched my hands to the monitor and shook it in hopeless desperation. The splattered blood trickled down the screen, much like the tears from my eyes ___________
End Prolog.
Review please, and I will continue!
Warnings: Suicide
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Yugioh, I am merely borrowing them.
I Watched Him Die
Prolog
We used a webcamera to keep in touch after he moved. That's how I observed Ryou's desent.
His pale arms became marred with strawberry gashes. At first, he didn't think I noticed, until the day I finally pointed them out. I saw the panic set into his features as his mind raced for an excuse, an incredibly unbelivable one. Like an idiot, I let it go.
Later on, he started wearing long sleeves and armwarmers to hide them. But I knew. Despite this I still blew it off. A mistake I will regret for the rest of my life.
He started to talk about death. It was just some little chatter at the beginning, a joke here, a story there. But, oh, how that escalated.He became obsessed with it. Showing me pictures of autopsies and torture. Sending me grotesque poetry. He even started discussing, no, -planning- his own death.
I tried to get him to stop, which only angered him. He yelled and cursed me, in a demonic language I didn't understand. That's when I knew I'd lost him.
Still, I begged and pleaded for him to return to the friend I once knew. He replied simply:
"He's gone, forever."
I broke down right there, crying for him. He could see it through the camera. See the pain he was causing me, the torment I was going through. And he laughed! A cruel, malicious laugh. He mocked and degraded me. Made me feel stupid.
That's when I snapped.
I screamed hateful things at him. Things I didn't mean. Things that sent him over the edge.
I saw him pick up the gun, his hand steady, his features calm. He pressed it to his temple. My eyes widened in recognition of the situation. I tried my hardest to speak, my words failed me when they counted the most! He wispered his affections and pulled the trigger.
My terror-filled screams filled the still air. I latched my hands to the monitor and shook it in hopeless desperation. The splattered blood trickled down the screen, much like the tears from my eyes ___________
End Prolog.
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