Author's Note: This is just a random drabble I came up with sometime ago and is rather short and attempts to go with an angsty tone. Oh and it features slashy, gay, homosexual and incest undertones depending on how you read it. Reviews are always welcome and so is criticism.
It's just an act, isn't it?
The glass shatters.
Gotta stop crying, stop, stop!
The rain falls.
Please! I don't want to hold onto something that's been dying so long!
He kneels sobbing on the floor.
Idiot!
His hand strays to a broken shard.
What if I loved you?
The point rests against his wrist.
Maybe then it would all make sense . . . look at me and tell me that you do.
Please. Tell me that you need me, that you want me.
The mirror presses into his flesh.
Own me.
He grits his teeth.
Break me.
More blood covers his fingers.
Take me.
Another line carves his skin.
Just don't leave me. I can't stand being alone!
The shard clatters against the tiles.
Brother, brother!
He grips his wrist, pressing his fingers into the congealing cuts.
We were always together. You and your silly games. Trying to make me jealous. Keeping me close.
The red is slippery as his fingers smear his blood over the white tiles.
Me taking care of you. Indulging you. Watching your back.
His phones rings. It vibrates against the wall. The screen is shattered.
Always the more mature one. The one who kept his cool and didn't care.
Hey Karou it's me! Just dropped Haruhi home will be back in a few minutes.
Stop crying. Pick yourself up. Stop falling. Stay with reality.
It hurts.
Reality.
Funny how the tears stop coming.
Reality.
Just kidding, I'm Alice in Wonderland.
A place where I stopped dreaming, because there is no point.
Where else would I be? It's a place of nightmares.
Where I stopped trying.
You're way too melodramatic.
Where I stopped living.
HAHAHA I love it how my laugh sounds broken.
Where I'm not allowed to fall down and die.
It's like a disk. With a scratch.
Why?
It keeps falling apart at the same point.
Why?
Breaking over and over and over again.
Why?
Footsteps echo up the marble staircase.
WHY!?
His voice calls him from his bedroom.
HOW MUCH OF AN IDIOT ARE YOU?
The footfalls quicken.
I LOVE YOU!
A pause is taken.
Love . love . . love . . .
The handle turns.
You.