Greetings! I am trying an attempt at writing fiction. I know it'll suck. If you don't like it, tell me, because then I'll stop writing stuff that disappoints everyone. If you do like it, I don't know what planet you're from… but maybe leave a review… maybe? Enjoy! ... I think x3
This will probably be a two-shot.
Contains yaoi (boyxboy), light swearing and suicidal tendencies.
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You sit alone in the in a flower field, beside the ocean, just like usual. You would come here every day, morning till' night. The only two reasons you would leave this place is that you were either called for a brawl or you had to go to bed. Either way, you wanted to stay here. Away from everyone. Away from all of those people that would hurt you, mentally and physically. You brush a hand against your upper arm, flinching slightly as you feel bruises that were inflicted on you from those people. They would call you a crybaby everyday. After a while, you believed that you were one also.
You cried yourself to sleep silently every night, not wanting to wake your roommate. He was the only one that didn't insult you, and was nice to you, though he wasn't around you that much. When he was, he would be gentle and kind, and you preserved those moments, savouring every second you could. He would go play with people that accepted him. He even brought you once to play with others, but they refused you, and you left. You thought that everything was your fault, how you watched your mother get impaled as she protected you and your brother, while you were drowning. You should've done something, you thought. Oh, and your brother. The one that was the brave and courageous one, unlike you, he would stand up for himself. He helped you when you were in pain, and you let him go. Even after all of those years, he committed suicide in front of you, he would rather be with his mother then someone as pathetic as you, you thought. You look at your hands. They were so thin and pale, much like the rest of your body. You completely lost your appetite, and when you would fall asleep, you would have recurring nightmares which would wake you up. You forced yourself not to sleep, creating dark circles under your eyes. You looked horrible. A complete wreck. You look at your hands again; they're bloody. The blood from your arms would spill everywhere. You would cut yourself over and over, your pale skin filled with unhealed wounds and deep cuts. You would hide them, not wanting anyone to insult you even more. At this point, it didn't even hurt you; it was a way to release yourself.
You look at the ocean. The breeze passes through your thick blonde hair, brushing against your skin. It's cold, so you roll down your sleeves of your dark red shirt, having finished cutting yourself. You tighten your red and yellow scarf around your neck, pulling up your knees towards your chest, resting your head on them. You want to cry, but you've already used up all of your tears. You can't cry anymore, you've already cried so much in your short life. Your blue eyes, once filled with life, are now dull. They don't even shine in the way they used to, so brilliantly. Why do you even live, you thought. Every day, you would go through the same process, as it tortured you, beating you to a pulp. You would just rather feel nothing. Nothing at all, rather than pain, suffering and sadness. That's when it hit you. You can feel nothing. There was a way. No more bullies, no more nightmares, no more sorrow, no more grief, no more despair. And it was so easy! Oh, why didn't you think of it before! Idiot, stupid, fool! You curse yourself; you could've been liberated from the pain years ago! You then notice someone sit beside you. Who could it be? No one ever came here except you, and sometimes your roommate. They're preventing you from doing what you want! Oh, what a terrible timing, you thought.
"Hi! You okay?" You look at who it is, recognizing him. Your roommate. Why is he here?
"Yes." You answer bleakly, no emotion in your voice at all.
"Are you sure? Why are you out here? It's almost time to eat." He gets a bit closer to you.
"I don't want to come inside." You hope that he would leave soon. You just wanted to do what you wanted to.
"Maybe you should… I mean, it would be good for you…" Even he knew that you looked awful.
"I don't want to." You repeat, sighing desperately.
He looks sadly at you, getting even more close to you, so that your shoulders were touching. "Please… I would like to be with you, and I want you to feel better about yourself…"
Why does he care about you, anyways? "Why?" You ask bluntly.
At this, he turns his head around, seeming to be blushing. "W-Well… I think you're a nice person. You deserve more than what you receive." He holds your freezing hand with his warm one.
You flinch at the touch. "I just don't want to be with those people… They hate me."
He looks at you, eyes filled with determination. "They just don't see the great person you are, they're the people that should be hated! I just want you to be happy… You're always sad… It hurts me." He squeezes your hand tightly.
You see sadness in him as well. You want to believe that he cares for you, but somehow, this small voice in your head says not to trust him. He'll just throw you away after he's done with you, it says, resonating in your head. "I… I don't know." Your arms fall limp, tired of holding them in the air.
He notices. He grabs your left arm, making you wince in pain. "Oh, sorry!" He then realizes that simply touching one's arm shouldn't hurt. "Why does this hurt you?"
You slightly panic, but calm yourself. You don't want your arms to be revealed. "N-Nothing, you just scared me…"
He doesn't believe you, though he knows that he'll never get an answer from you. "All right, then…" He seems to want to say something, but for some reason, he can't.
Leave me alone, you thought.
"L-Listen… I've been wanting to tell you this for a while…" You look at him, seeing his face full of anxiety. "I..." He can't finish his sentence.
"You…?" Just say it already, you thought.
He doesn't speak; instead he leans in, towards your face. Closer and closer, he gets. You can feel his breath, as he closes his eyes and your noses touch ever so slightly. He's mere seconds away from contact. Just as you feel his lips brush yours, someone else interrupts.
"Hey, Ness! The hell are you doing here?" His 'friends'. You feel him back away, his face flushed.
"Yeah, what're you doing with this asshat?"
"Probably to beat the shit out of the blondie." They all laugh.
"Eh, blondie? Why are you even here, you're a disgrace to this place. Save the Earth, kill yourself!"
"Why did he even get invited? He's a pussy!, He can't fight!"
"The only attack he uses is bitchslap."
"He cries himself out of battles!"
"Why don't you go crying back to mama? Oh, you don't have one of does, do you?"
"He must feel so stupid."
"That's because he is!"
Your heart starts to feel more and more tight with every insult, wishing that he had never come in the first place. You want to cry, but yet again, you have no more tears, which wants to make you cry even more. You start shaking; desperately pleading that it would end, or at least cry! You just stare at the ocean, hoping that they would leave.
"Will you guys shut up already? What did he ever to do you?" He stands up for you, much like your brother did.
"He lives." They all agree.
"Just go away, assholes. No one wants you around." He gives them a death glare.
"What's gotten into you? Why do you even want to be around that guy?"
"Let's just go. We don't need him, anyway. You were lucky this time, blondie." They leave, as you sigh in relief.
"I-I'm sorry about that… They should just leave you alone… I try and try everyday to make them stop hurting you! You just don't deserve this." He hugs you, surprising you.
You also see tears falling from his cheeks. Why can't I cry like him? Why can't I cry! You think. "Please help me…" You whisper.
Suddenly, you feel something on your face, an unfamiliar feeling. You touch your own cheeks, feeling liquid. You're crying. You're actually crying! You thank God that you can cry, releasing yourself after all this time. You let everything out as you latch yourself onto him, tears pouring down your face, as if they were never to stop again. He holds you tighter, clutching your hair and rubs your back sympathetically.
"It's alright…" He hushed. "Everything'll be alright…"
Even though you didn't believe that at all.
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WELL… That sort of happened… I hope you guys liked it… Please don't hate me; it's my first fic I that actually posted. And I ain't even done. I've already attempted writing before, but it sucked :/
So yeah… Thank you to those who read this. See ya soon!
-xFlandreScarelt
