Okay, so this is my first fic, so... please be nice, though criticism is perfectly fine. :0)
DISCLAIMERS: ERIDAN AND NEPETA BELONG TO HUSSIE. IF THEY BELONGED TO ME... MUH HA HA HA I'D BE SOOOOOO EVIL! OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT, NOW...
. . .
A small boy sat all alone in a cold down pour. He looked rather pitiful; his glasses askew, his hair a mess and drenched in water, the same as the rest of the sorrowful boy.
His father had just beat him... again. Then kicked him out of the house... again.
The boy was at the end of his rope- he just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to die; to never see the hundreds of scars that covered his body, to never hear the cold laughter of the children at his school, to never smell the alcohol on his father's breath before he was beaten, to never taste his own blood when it ran into his mouth, to never feel the pain that everyone in his life inflicted upon him, to never experience any of these, ever again.
In his hands he held a gun. It wasn't a very big or fancy gun. Within this gun was only one bullet, for one bullet was all he needed to free himself of all his worries and pains. One bullet was all he needed to be happy.
He slowly raised the gun to his temple and smiled. He was ready.
Just when he was about to end his life, he caught sight of a young, innocent child walking up to him. He quickly tucked the gun into his coat for fear she would try to stop him.
"Hello, who are you?" Upon closer observation the boy found that the girl was wearing a green coat several sizes to big for her and held a large umbrella above her head. She had a glow of happiness about her, much different from anyone else he'd chanced upon in his miserable life.
He couldn't help himself from being wary, even scared of this mysterious girl in the rain. What could she possibly want from him, he thought.
"Are you going to answer me?" she asked, a slight pout forming on her face.
"... A stranger." he answered vaguely.
"Oh... Well, what are you doing , stranger?" she asked brightly, despite their gloomy surroundings.
"It's none of your concern." he said curtly.
"Won't your daddy be upset that you're not home?"
"No." he said, annoyance showing in his voice.
"But what if you get sick? Won't he be upset then?"
He looked up and sadly asked, "Why?"
"'Why' what?" she asked, childishly naïve innocence coloring her voice.
"Why do you even care? You don't know me."
"Why not?" With that she sat down, shielding him from the rain with her umbrella.
. . .
They spoke for a long time, the gun forgotten in the boy's coat. After the girl left he dropped the gun and let it slip his mind to pick it up before he left. He managed, despite the reoccurring visits he made to see the girl, to always overlook the gun with one bullet.