A/N: Um... warning, there is cutting in this, and depression? Not much beyond that, I think. Kai gets a happy ending, thank goodness.
I know I should be writing WwSbY ( all my stories are depressing) but reasons.
He didn't know how to do it anymore. Raising his dagger, he made the few, short strokes on his arms, watching the blood flow freely. It was a relief, in a strange, twisted way. The water from the shower pattered down onto his body, splashing all over his arm. His scars. Water mingled with the blood, turning the water pink and blurring the open edges of the cut.
His dagger's edge glinted crimson, edge slightly stained from its multiple uses before.
"Kai! How long are you going to stay in the shower?"
They didn't care.
The voice was soft, but firm.
They didn't care before, they didn't care now, what makes you think they will care later? That you deserve their care? End… it… now…
No.
Not now.
As you wish, Kai. But I will be back.
And it was gone. Kai was shaking so badly. It had been half a year since he started. Quarter a year since it first spoke.
"Kai! You coming out or what!"
The water turned off, and the mask switched back on. But the scars were still there.
Zane cooked dinner that day. They were at the dining table, and all of them were laughing, talking, genuinely smiling.
All but Kai.
They don't care.
Oh… You're back.
They don't care, Kai. If they did, they would have seen through your fake smiles, seen your broken soul. But they didn't.
Go away. I don't want to talk tonight.
Kai-
"GO AWAY!"
The table fell silent. Heads turned to Kai, as he realised the last comment had been said out loud.
"Kai, are you alright?" Nya.
Kai pushed away his plate of almost-untouched food and stood up.
"Ye-yeah. I'm… I'm not very hungry tonight. I… I'm going to turn in early, okay?"
Without waiting for a response, he shoved his hands into his pocket and left the room.
No one stopped him.
See? They don't care. Or they would have stopped you.
…
For once, Kai didn't respond.
He was in the training room. Not training, just sitting on the bench.
Doing nothing.
Dagger turned in his hands as he stared ahead, deep in thought. It was screaming at him now.
Kai was. Feeling. So. Tired.
"Kai?"
Quickly turning around, he hid his dagger behind his back.
Nya was standing there, looking awkward.
"Yeah?"
"Um… I just wanted you to know… If there's anything bothering you, you can tell me, okay?"
Nya came over to his bench and sat down beside Kai. Then she wrapped her arms around him.
At first Kai stiffened. What was she doing?
She's hugging you.
Slowly, slowly, he relaxed his tense muscles, and hugged her back.
They just sat there silently.
It had died down. Softer and softer, another thing leaving his life. But he was okay with that.
Perhaps, tomorrow… Tomorrow would be a better day.
Perhaps tomorrow… he would finally tell them about his problem.
Maybe he would tell Nya first. Hug her and laugh and cry and do something real for once. He didn't have the urge anymore. That was good, he supposed.
And maybe he would get better. Did he want to get better? Kai didn't know yet. But what he did know was that Nya cared. And the rest of them would probably care too. Perhaps he was just too wrapped up in his own world of misery and pain and sorrow.
Tomorrow…
Tomorrow would be a better day…
Kai didn't feel so tired anymore.
A/N: I don't have problems.
Why did I write this.
What.
What.
What.
Well, first one-shot in Possibilities!
