Darkness Overwhelming part 1
By Three Wings (Le Wing and Demon Wing)
Author's note: There is a character death, angst, and suicide attempt
Warning: This is a soon to be YAOI (MALE/MALE relationship)
"He's dead," said Doctor Toros as he spoke to me after the battle between the Flugel team and the Blitz team.
"How," I asked, trying my best to be strong.
"The Backdraft group reformed and they shot every single aerial Zoid and planes, thinking them to be spies, flying through the A-9 airspace coordinate. Your father was passing through, at the time, that airspace. There are no survivors. I'm sorry, Jamie, I know how it is like to lose a love one," he consoled.
"Thank you for telling me," I said emotionlessly as I walked away from the Doctor.
I silently walked to my room to cry but my tears betrayed the fact, that I was strong. I took my father for granted, believing that he could survive through anything after the accident. I never even told him how much I loved him. I started to run to my room. A few minutes later, I collided with something, Bit. I didn't feel like talking to him but when he spoke to me, I froze.
"I heard the news, Jamie. I'm sorry for what happen," he said.
"I don't need your pity," I spat.
"What's wrong with you? I'm only trying to help ease the pain."
"I'm not weak! I don't need any sympathy. I can take care of my self," I yelled but my tears proved that my statement was a lie.
I quickly ran to room and locked my door. I practically tore off my clothes as I walked to my bed. I soon buried my head into my pillow to muffle my sobs as I let go of my pride. I heard a knock at my door and brace myself.
"Leave me alone," I cried.
"Jamie, I just want to talk to you." It was Lena.
"Lena go away! I don't feel like talking," I screamed.
"Please, just let me in," she was almost pleading.
"GO AWAY!"
"Fine," with that she left.
I vaguely remember that I cried my self to sleep that night. I also vaguely remembered what happened in the next couple of weeks, all I knew was I started to become cold and heartless. Zoid battles lost their appeal to me. I even stopped making battle strategies. I remember wearing black every day to symbol my grief though I didn't show it. Brad once commented that my face look like an expressionless marble craving of my face. When I spoke, my voice was always hinted with anger. Soon everyone started to become distant to me.
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The day of the funeral came a month after my ad's death. The blitz team, Frugal team, Doctor Toros, Doctor Lyon, and I sat in the first two pews of the church. I was listening to the priest while keeping a perfect composure on the outside while I was falling apart inside. The funeral went as fast as my dad's body turned to ash on the pyre. I choose the pyre simply because he deserved a warrior's funeral and have it outside so his ashes could fly with the wind one last time. Once back at the base, I quickly walk/run to my room to avoid receiving anyone's pity. When there was a knock on the door, I simply ignore it. Soon the person gave up and left me alone with my thoughts as company. I thought of the times I spent with my dad. The one I thought most of was the "accident". Or at least what happened after the accident. He was in a coma for five weeks and during those five weeks, I began to cut myself cut myself on my upper arms. I cut myself to release my pain. When I heard he was going to make it, I stop. The scars from then are barely visible now but they are replaced my new wounds and scars. I started after hearing the news of my dad's death and from then on I wore long sleeves to hide the scars. I began to think self-destructive thoughts one week ago, now I think I might actually do it. The others don't really care for me; they're only nice to me because I'm their teammate. They think I'm weak, so they won't care if I kill myself, that will just prove how weak I'm.
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The day after the funeral was perfect for suicide. The time 2:00 p.m. and the others left one hour ago and won't be back until 5 hours later. By then I would be dead that nothing could revive me. I stepped out of my room and headed toward the medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of aspirin and carried the container to the kitchen table. I sat down and opened the bottle and pour all the contents on the table.
I took one pill in my hand and said to no one, "Here's to life," I swallowed the pill.
I repeated the gesture with the rest of the pills. After finishing the bottle I did not fall dead as I hope instead I was very much awake. I wanted to die so much I dragged my body to the drawer that held the knives, choosing the sharpest one. I dragged my almost useless body to my room and closed the door, not locking it. I examined my wrist for a large artery and found one then I slashed it. I walked slowly to my bed and lied down on it and cover myself with the blankets. Soon I started to lose conscious and I welcomed the black bliss.
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AN: I don't what to do from so far but I know that in the next chapters there will be Jamie/Bit. I may have alternate chapters to this story too. Sorry but I had to do it besides Demon and I wanted to make a collaboration. For my flamers, your flames will be used as foot warmers for the homeless. I even put a warning that there will be YAOI on my other story and there will be some here too soon. So don't flame me I already giving you a warning and you don't want me to sic Demon on you.
Please review and no mean flames or you will die from Demon's wrath
By Three Wings (Le Wing and Demon Wing)
Author's note: There is a character death, angst, and suicide attempt
Warning: This is a soon to be YAOI (MALE/MALE relationship)
"He's dead," said Doctor Toros as he spoke to me after the battle between the Flugel team and the Blitz team.
"How," I asked, trying my best to be strong.
"The Backdraft group reformed and they shot every single aerial Zoid and planes, thinking them to be spies, flying through the A-9 airspace coordinate. Your father was passing through, at the time, that airspace. There are no survivors. I'm sorry, Jamie, I know how it is like to lose a love one," he consoled.
"Thank you for telling me," I said emotionlessly as I walked away from the Doctor.
I silently walked to my room to cry but my tears betrayed the fact, that I was strong. I took my father for granted, believing that he could survive through anything after the accident. I never even told him how much I loved him. I started to run to my room. A few minutes later, I collided with something, Bit. I didn't feel like talking to him but when he spoke to me, I froze.
"I heard the news, Jamie. I'm sorry for what happen," he said.
"I don't need your pity," I spat.
"What's wrong with you? I'm only trying to help ease the pain."
"I'm not weak! I don't need any sympathy. I can take care of my self," I yelled but my tears proved that my statement was a lie.
I quickly ran to room and locked my door. I practically tore off my clothes as I walked to my bed. I soon buried my head into my pillow to muffle my sobs as I let go of my pride. I heard a knock at my door and brace myself.
"Leave me alone," I cried.
"Jamie, I just want to talk to you." It was Lena.
"Lena go away! I don't feel like talking," I screamed.
"Please, just let me in," she was almost pleading.
"GO AWAY!"
"Fine," with that she left.
I vaguely remember that I cried my self to sleep that night. I also vaguely remembered what happened in the next couple of weeks, all I knew was I started to become cold and heartless. Zoid battles lost their appeal to me. I even stopped making battle strategies. I remember wearing black every day to symbol my grief though I didn't show it. Brad once commented that my face look like an expressionless marble craving of my face. When I spoke, my voice was always hinted with anger. Soon everyone started to become distant to me.
^^^^^^^^^^
The day of the funeral came a month after my ad's death. The blitz team, Frugal team, Doctor Toros, Doctor Lyon, and I sat in the first two pews of the church. I was listening to the priest while keeping a perfect composure on the outside while I was falling apart inside. The funeral went as fast as my dad's body turned to ash on the pyre. I choose the pyre simply because he deserved a warrior's funeral and have it outside so his ashes could fly with the wind one last time. Once back at the base, I quickly walk/run to my room to avoid receiving anyone's pity. When there was a knock on the door, I simply ignore it. Soon the person gave up and left me alone with my thoughts as company. I thought of the times I spent with my dad. The one I thought most of was the "accident". Or at least what happened after the accident. He was in a coma for five weeks and during those five weeks, I began to cut myself cut myself on my upper arms. I cut myself to release my pain. When I heard he was going to make it, I stop. The scars from then are barely visible now but they are replaced my new wounds and scars. I started after hearing the news of my dad's death and from then on I wore long sleeves to hide the scars. I began to think self-destructive thoughts one week ago, now I think I might actually do it. The others don't really care for me; they're only nice to me because I'm their teammate. They think I'm weak, so they won't care if I kill myself, that will just prove how weak I'm.
^^^^^^^^^^
The day after the funeral was perfect for suicide. The time 2:00 p.m. and the others left one hour ago and won't be back until 5 hours later. By then I would be dead that nothing could revive me. I stepped out of my room and headed toward the medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of aspirin and carried the container to the kitchen table. I sat down and opened the bottle and pour all the contents on the table.
I took one pill in my hand and said to no one, "Here's to life," I swallowed the pill.
I repeated the gesture with the rest of the pills. After finishing the bottle I did not fall dead as I hope instead I was very much awake. I wanted to die so much I dragged my body to the drawer that held the knives, choosing the sharpest one. I dragged my almost useless body to my room and closed the door, not locking it. I examined my wrist for a large artery and found one then I slashed it. I walked slowly to my bed and lied down on it and cover myself with the blankets. Soon I started to lose conscious and I welcomed the black bliss.
^^^^^^^^^^
AN: I don't what to do from so far but I know that in the next chapters there will be Jamie/Bit. I may have alternate chapters to this story too. Sorry but I had to do it besides Demon and I wanted to make a collaboration. For my flamers, your flames will be used as foot warmers for the homeless. I even put a warning that there will be YAOI on my other story and there will be some here too soon. So don't flame me I already giving you a warning and you don't want me to sic Demon on you.
Please review and no mean flames or you will die from Demon's wrath