Okay, so…err…well, it could be better. But it was clawing at my mind, and I couldn't help but right it. I guess it's just what I get…I've been in a sort of, oh how do I say it…a sort of 'funk' lately. Heheh, funny word…Anyways…yeah.
Disclaimer: No own.
Warnings: OOCness, implied shonen-ai…and multiple character death.
Summary: And the broken boy is haunted by his demons.
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Odio Vida
On a wrecked island, in a deserted town, within a trashy house, is a broken boy with ratty silver hair and fading aquamarine eyes. And with the broken boy are his memories, inhabiting that trashy house night and day (hourminutsecond).
They haunt him, these memories. Everywhere he looks, he can see them. They are ever watchful, waiting for him to slip up. He never does. He sees the boy he loves, the girl he was supposed to love, and his two best friends who are in love. They talk and they laugh and they walk and they eat-like normal. But he knows, oh how he knows, it's just a clever ploy to make him feel secure.
The girl that he's supposed to love, with auburn hair and violet eyes, haunts him when dawn breaks. «Come now, sleepyhead, you must want some rest. You can't protect us forever, you know.» She looks normal-ohsonormal-and reminds him of days long gone. But as he starts to think that it was just a bad dream, she changes and he cringes away from her almost-realbody once again.
One of his best friends, the boy with fire red hair and emerald green eyes, hardly ever haunts him. He comes when a storm gets too hard-toofrightening-for him to forget. The boy talks least of all of them. «You have to stop moping sometime, you know. …Not saying anything? Whatever, man.» The boy with hair like fire would then go back to whatever it was he'd been doing-poking around for food, trying to act tough even though he's scared to death, hiding under the table… It's what he always does…
The girl, the one with angel blue eyes and silky blonde hair, haunted him after the boy did. She was his forever best friend, and when it stormed, she would come to him for comfort. She would cry and cry and cry… «You left, you left, please don't leave again, oh please, please don't leave again.» Sometimes he would imagine her drowning in her tears. But after a while of crying he would pull back and she would revert back to the state that he found her in-sunken cheeks, silt-matted hair, bleeding blood-shot eyes… He would vomit, adding to everything else that was ground into the wooden floor, and run from the room to hide.
When everything was quiet and the sun was about to set, the last one-blonde hair, blue eyes, big smile-would come into his sight. He would smile and laugh and talk like old times, but as it got later he would change. He would sob and throw things. «You left! How could you leave me? Your family wanted you to be safe, you wanted to save yourself, but what about me!What about me? How could you just leave me like that?» After he had had enough, he would revert back to how he had looked, floating face-down in that stagnant water. All sunken cheeks, once-bleeding wounds, maggot-eaten eyes, decaying body…and he would be so revolting, so volatile, so…saddening, that the broken boy would run into the bathroom, lock the door, put his hands over his ears and wish this twisted reality of his away. He reminds himself that he probably deserves it for leaving them alone to brave a hurricane…
More often than not, Riku believes he made a mistake.
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Well, that's a crappy title. But, you know what? Blah. My friend Steffie said it meant something in Spanish (and I should've known, I mean, I'm taking the class!!) so I decided to use it as a title. But, um…if it's wrong from what I think it is (and no, I'm not saying it) tell me and I'll change it? It's also why I'm using the « » things…because they're the Spanish equivalent of quotation marks. Okay, so…it could be better, as I've said, but no, it's not.
Review and feed my ego? It needs a serious boost right now…
-''Rissa