The alarm clock blared at me yet again, begging me to get up. Why did I, anyway? It's not like I could do anything important, or even fulfilling. Wake up, work, try not to kill one's self, sleep. That was my typical routine, but not today. Getting up out of the perpetually cold bed, I staggered to the bathroom. My feet made an almost drunken 'pat…pat…' on the hardwood floor. The door in front of me opened, and I stepped over the trash scattered all over the floor. Hey, I didn't care if it was messy or not. I grabbed my toothbrush, wondering why I even bothered to do this menial chore. Clearing off a small section of the mirror, I could see my face. My dark green hair clung to my forehead, and my solid black eyes looked tired, as they always did. Why did I even note these things down anyway? It's my day off, why am I even bothering to do this? I'm fourteen years old, why am I this depressed? Hell, why do I even care? These thoughts rushed through my foggy head as I finished the stupid chore that is brushing my teeth. Trash stuck to my foot when I limped out the bathroom door and to my dresser, where I pulled out a frumpy set of clothes. At this point, I didn't care about anything else, and I raced out of my small house as fast as my sore, bruised legs could carry me. I just remembered something I should've done so much earlier.
The sunlight blinded me as I ran into the forest behind my house. I didn't know it was noon already. The tree branches smacked my face and I scrapped against several plants, weeds and small trees. I didn't care about that, however. All I cared about was ending it all. The tree cover grew thicker, and the are grew more dangerous with every step I took. I couldn't see the sun anymore, and the small plant life dwindled. It took what seemed like an eternity of trees, but I made it to the special place. It was a small, circular clearing, covered in dead leaves. Here I was finally going to do it, unlike all my failed times. Walking to the center, I fell to my knees in exhaustion and joy. Funny, I don't think I've been this happy in all of my life. Taking out my knife, I said a final goodbye to the world of Gensokyo. I said goodbye to my work, to my house, to any potential joy or friends I could have had if life had not spit on me. I closed my eyes, and slowly moved the dagger closer and closer to me until I felt its tip touch my sweater. Then, for some unknown reason, I dropped it. In shock, my eyes opened and looked down, where I saw the knife, lying amidst the dead foliage. Tears began to well up. "Why? Why couldn't I? Why?" I began to bang my small fist against the dirt, repeating the word 'Why?' over and over again. I told myself today would be the day, so why couldn't I? Sparkling droplets of water escaped my eyes and stained the leaves below me as I kept crying.
"Yukkuri?"
What appeared to be a mere blob with a face hopped over to me. Its face seemed to be one of concern, almost like a mothers. The red bow and little hair ties reminded me of Reimu's… "What's wrong, yukkuri?" It's words shocked me; this was the first time any one had asked me what was wrong. "Er… well…" "Don't feel bad! I will take care of you, yukkuri!" This made me smile; a little blob thing, taking care of me? "Hah, I doubt it." "Says you!" Its face scrunched up, and to be frank, it was the first thing that had made me laugh in years. It just looked so silly! "It's true, yukkuri!" "I'm sorry." "What's this?" It nudged to the knife in the dirt. "Oh, this? …Well… You know when you just want to end it all? …Guess not." Its confused face looked up at me in response to my question. "What's your name, yukkuri?" "I'm Anon." At this revelation, it bounced in the air for some reason. "Yukkuri! Yukkuri! Take me to your house, yukkuri!" "No." I picked the knife up, got up, and started to walk. Despite my answer, the little thing kept following me. It made little 'crunch' sounds on the dead leaves as it hopped alongside me. "I said no! Stop following me!" "NO!" The scream of it shook the small twig to its side, along with myself. "Why?" "Because you need someone, yukkuri!" "No I do not!" "Why?" "Because I've been on my own for 5 years now, who says I need someone now?" "Everyone needs someone, yukkuri!" "That's not true, and you know it!" "IT IS TRUE!" "…You really think so?" "Yes I do, yukkuri!" I stared at its little intent face, determination almost oozing off of it. "…I see. If you want to come, then I'll take you." "Yukkuri!" It did the little jump dance again, this time jumping into my arms. "Take me home, yukkuri!"
Yeah, this is the first chapter. Please review and tell me if this is good, or if I could improve on this in any way.
