I randomly got this idea while reading a few things and thinking lots. I dunno? I've been put into states of depression randomly. Not sure why. So.. I chose to write something down. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara; Peach-Pit does.
There she sat. The blade in contact with her wrist, but she just couldn't slice the flesh below it. She lost everything. Her parents and beloved little sister. Her friends. She was 17 and gave up on school eventually.
She lost everything she once had and there was no way to get it all back. She lost him, the one she truly loved.
She lost her parents and sister in a car accident. They were on their way back from her sister's play and a drunk driver struck them as they were pulling out the parking lot. None survived, not even the drunk driver.
She lost her friends for reasons she didn't even know. Some how they grew far apart from one another and with her façade, she failed to obtain new friends.
And he left her for the thought of how he was causing just more pain toward her loses.
It all happened to quick and suddenly. Finally, she raised the blade to her neck and put a deep, wide slice in it.
The pain was unbearable but eventually it would end... All the emotional pain and physical pain. She would be put to rest. The red liquid seeped through the wounded flesh and eventually spurted. She didn't regret one bit of it.
She grew dizzy from blood-loss and eventually fell to the floor lifeless and cold.
She had even left a note upon her desk in case her death or suicide-attempt would be successful and discovered. And so lead to the death of Hinamori Amu.
The baffled man had returned later that night to the scene of the crime to beg for forgiveness and help the girl. But alas, he was too late. When he returned to her balcony and opened the un-locked door, he saw her corpse lie there beside her bed, dried tears on her cheeks and a deep wound on her neck with blood surrounding her.
"No..." He uttered to speak. The shock got to him and he felt goose bumps rise and tears threaten to be shed.
He looked to the desk and picked up a tiny note. Upon the note was said:
To
who ever reads this note,
I've commit suicide. The world is too
harsh and cruel for me. I couldn't bear to live it any longer, no
matter what the circumstances were. I've lost all that once
belonged to me. Nothing was left for me to live for. I've no
regrets for my actions.
-Hinamori Amu
The tears finally flooded the boys vision and he grunted in frustration. It was his fault, he wasn't there. He left her alone to do something so vial, something so cruel.
He bent down and held the bloody corpse in hand and sobbed. Something he usually hadn't done. Something he refused to do. But this time there was no helping it. The one he loved was lost.
He was alone in the world. Possibly he could follow the lead of Amu. What help would be to the world?
He noticed the blade in hand of the lifeless body. He took it from her now cold hands and put it to his own neck and with one slice pain surged through his own body and he looked at the body in his hands cheerfully.
"I love you." He thought.
The pain began to ease and he eventually fell to the floor, lifeless with the corpse of his love in his hands. And so lead the death of Tsukiyomi Ikuto.
When the scene was discovered by police the note had something added in someone in else's handwriting. Beside the name 'Hinamori Amu' was 'and Tsukiyomi Ikuto.'
Yes, I know it's quite short. xD; But I'm not really in a good mood so far and I haven't been and never have been, never will. xDDD But, I decided to probably write something out, something depressing. Something random. Something.. Amuto. :O
