The title and story isn't mine, as much as i wish neither is prince of tennis. This is based on something some friends of mine made for a contest. I would say I had part in the making, but anything I came up with was shut down or ignored. So instead of mopping and whining I wrote a part of the short film with my own specks and detail, as well as an original piece I made earlier this year.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`~~~~~~~~~~~~~This is how the story starts~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Why don't you tell us why you're her Fuji?" A man wearing a suit and tie asked calmly.

"The expectations were just too much. I couldn't take it anymore."

Fuji Syusuke, tensai, tennis player, sadistic, handsome. But that's only what you want to see. Isn't it? Would it shock you to know he is suicidal too. Well here is what's happened. Expectation, friends, family, strangers. It's just too much. He's expected to have the best grades, even be one of the best tennis players. What about photography, that meant the world to him. Even more than tennis. But that wasn't what was expected of him. He couldn't take it anymore. So he went to a park, early in the morning. No one was there to see him. He was alone, but it didn't feel that way with all the voices surrounding his mind. You need to do more than just take pictures. You're grades could improve Syusuke. Don't let your guard down, take tennis more serious. Oh come now Syusuke you could be a lawyer or a doctor are you really telling me you want to be a photographer. Fuji sat under the closest sakura tree and looked through his pocket for something. He let tears fill his eyes as he took out a bottle. Why? Why are they ignoring what I want? Ignoring who I am. Am I really not good enough. Am all I good for is getting what others want of me? I can't take this much longer. He blinked away the tears and poured half the bottle into his hand. I want this pain to end now; all I do is failing what others want. Without a second thought Fuji stuffed all the pills in his mouth. Waiting for the effects of the medicine to over take him, Fuji thought of his family. His friends, he wondered if any of them would actually miss him. Or if they would even recognize that he wasn't there. The more he thought the more his vision blurred and he knew, with a sick sense of relief it's finally over. And his vision went pitch black.

That's the scene. Here's my poem.

Broken

What a word

Can describe so many things

Items, people, hearts

Even if people and hearts are close there is a difference

A broken heart heals with time

A broken person still holds scars and cracks

There is chance and hope

It just takes some searching

Even if more breaking of oneself is needed

Rain before rainbow…

As old and ridicules as it is true

I think anyway

So many people tell me that

I'm still healing

But it feels like every morning

The pain never leaves

So I welcomed it

Now it's normal

As normal as breathing

As normal as hating a test

As blinking

Wanting to be the best

It's normal now

It still hurts

Never stopped once

It will though

Soon


Well that was my piece. Hope it wasn't too bad. Advice and tips would be much appreciated.