Fresh Cut…
Blood. Pain. Suffering.
Too much. It's just too much. I can't go on. That face. That bloody face. Stop! No. Come. NO! Go away. Ah, the pain is torturing me. I must… I must put an end to this once and for all. But how? It's too much. Can't… make… it…
"Dude! Wake up!" said an annoyed voice. "It's breakfast time! Grandma wants you up. Why were you rolling around anyway?"
"What?" cried Yasuo, sitting upright suddenly in his bed.
"You were dreaming again weren't you? You lil' devil!" said the voice, now mimicking Yasuo's Grandma.
"Shut up freak!" Yasuo cried, hiding his head in his hands.
"Look at yourself! You're the freak here! Shouting in the middle of the night!"
"Shut up Junichi."
"Fine. I'll go and tell Grandma to fix you some more of that herb tea you like so much." Said Junichi teasingly.
"No! You know I hate it. It doesn't help with the dreams anyway." protested Yasuo getting up and grabbing a bottle of sake. "Heat this up for me… will ya? It's the only thing that really helps."
"OK… but don't go around telling me you have a headache." Said Junichi, taking the bottle. He snapped his fingers and a flame burst on top of them. He carefully took his other hand and put the bottle just above the flames.
"It'll break."
"No it won't."
"I envy you, fire freak."
"Wannabe warrior."
"Arson."
"Shut up. I don't burn stuff because I want to. You make me."
Junichi left. Yasuo stood there, next to his bed, squinting at the door his brother had gone through.
"Why was it him? Why not me?" thought Yasuo. He grabbed his clothes and got dressed. Another boring day would pass by… uneventful… like so many before. Then night would come. Oh, night. Terrifying night. Shivers ran up and down Yasuo's spine as he thought about what happened after he fell asleep. Only blood. Only pain. Only suffering.