Disclaimer/A/N: I don't own .Hack. I felt really upset and sad when I won't this. It's not my best. It's written like a song or poem, even though it isn't really. I actually like it. I hope you like it. Even if you don't, please no flames. It doesn't make much sense...
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It was a quiet day.
A day many would say was beautiful.
Everyone but him.
He was the last one.
He stared at everything.
He stared at nothing.
He stared at 'The World'.
All efforts had been in vain.
It was him.
He watched them all go.
He killed them all.
The world was full.
The World was empty.
It hadn't been but a week.
One week since the world's end.
One week since he ended it.
Since he was eternally trapped here.
He never cried.
That would be selfish considering he didn't suffer.
All seven of the others did.
He was the only one who hadn't lost his sanity.
The only one who had lost his sanity.
He was lied to.
They didn't want them anymore.
They begged and pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn't.
He never wanted to hurt them.
He loved every last one of them.
They lied to him.
They made him do it.
He felt nothing.
He felt everything.
Every scream.
Every cut.
Every ounce of pain.
He had nothing to lose.
They had done everything together.
Then they lied to him.
They told him to do it.
He never wanted to hurt them.
This time would be the first.
The first time he wouldn't hold back.
He raised his gun to his head.
" If I can feel, I can die. I'll never let it happen again." He told them all.
He pulled the trigger.
He was no more.
They all laughed.
They lied to him.
They made him do it.
Now all of the eight were gone.
Not even The Terror Of Death could fight.
He couldn't fight the fact that he alone had done this.
Even though they made him do it.
They told him lies.