Written while Depressed...
Kai is soooo pitiable
DISCLAIMER: I DON"T OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO BEYBLADE OTHER THAN MY IDEAS
Kai 's head swam with the hurt.
"DON'T EVER COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME AGAIN!" shouted Tyson "I DON'T LOVE YOU! NEVER HAVE NEVER WILL!"
Tears slowly trickled down Kai's pallid face. He had finally mustered enough effort to tell Tyson how he felt, and look what happened. He loved Tyson, his confident behaviour, his charismatic and inspiring personality, and his pretty face, all made Kai love him more.
Ray's head suddenly appeared in the doorway, "What's wrong Tyson?" He asked quizzically.
"Its Kai, he's G-A-Y" taunted Ty.
Kai slowly backed out ofthe room, under Ray's disgusted face. "Just WHERE do you think your going?" Ray commanded
Now Kai just turned and ran to his room slamming the door as he entered. He just lay on his bed and sobbed. He thought that Tyson had a right to know that Kai loved him. He didn't realise Tyson was like that, Kai always thought Tyson was the sensitive caring type.
He just wanted to die...
He lifted himself off the bed, and slowly left the communal house via the back exit. He walked into the garden, the sun shone a warm glow, but Kai still felt cold. He went to the far side of the garden and picked the last rose on the bush, it was a white rose. He smelt its perfume enter his nose, and cessated his indeniable anguish. He lifted it and slowly drew it along his arm. The thorns cut deep into his skin drawing warm blood forth. He felt less sad, almost euphoric, his arm ached but his heart stopped. Next he drew it to his throat letting blood dribble where it may. He drew the thorns along his jugular vein. He gasped as the air left him.
He thought of Ray, his oldest friend, Max, his deepest confidant, and Ty, his love. He remembered his life, his abused childhood, ostracised school years, his Depressed Blading years. He thought he heard Ty call him, and say that he was sorry, and that he loved him. But he was just dreaming as the last of the blood gushed from his throat, the rose still in his hand forever dyed a dark crimson.
By MoonwakeCloudfire
"yes i realise this a crappy, short and prolly unreviewable but i needed to write sumthing, or else i would have prolly slit my own wrist"