Disclaimer: I do not own bakugan
Summary: Shun just got a call from the hospital, and his mom isn't waking up. He turns to the one thing he thinks will help him… but who can actually "help" him through this depression?
~x~
Tears welled up in Shun's eyes as the man continued to speak. His fingers around the phone started to weaken, and it took all of his effort to keep the device up to his ear.
No.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kazami…" Came the calm voice from the Doctor.
Shun shook his head on the other side of the conversation. Everything was still sinking in, and he didn't want to believe a single sentence or word.
She's not waking up.
The sound of the phone hitting the tile floor made the young ninja cringe. Shun fell to his knees, tears starting to roll silently down his cheeks.
She's not waking up… those four words just wouldn't process.
A sudden sob escaped his throat, making his entire body shudder. Everything thing around him immediately crumbled… for his vision settled on one thing, and one thing only.
That knife.
Shun pulled himself up with tears still streaming freely down his pale face, using the support of the kitchen counter. His trembling fingers found their way to the blade sitting casually on the cool granite.
It will help you through the pain… said a sinister voice from the back of his mind.
The black haired teen gulped, collapsing back on the floor with the knife. His eyes scanned the silver weapon with much desire. He wanted to do this.
After rolling onto his back, Shun lifted his wrist towards the sharp edge of the blade, licking his lips. No one could stop him.
Shun let the kitchen knife slowly drive into his skin. It felt like heaven. Blood immediately poured from the wound… Images of the last time he attempted this flooded his mind.
His grandfather had burst into the room, full of absolute rage. He had taken the knife from him and chucked it to the other side of the room. But gramps wasn't here to do that this time.
The teen inwardly chuckled, moving to the other arm. His line of vision was starting to blur and black spots danced at the corner of his eyes… but he had to finish. If he finished, he knew he would die.
No one would find him for a few days; grandpa was out of town, who knows where. Dan was probably at his house playing video games, and no one else really cared enough to visit. Like Runo, Alice, Marucho, Julie…
Shun chewed his bottom lip, continuing to cut his other wrist. It felt even better the second time.
The ninja threw the knife across the white tile, panting heavily.
He was going to die.
A smile painted itself across Shun's face as he thought this. He was going to die. A low chuckle formed at the bottom of his throat, proceeding upwards. He laughed as blood continued to stain his wrists and the floor beneath him.
Before everything went black he heard a voice… he couldn't make it out though. But why would it matter? He wasn't coming back to this place, he wasn't coming back to any place at all!
A face appeared before his disappearing vision, a face he knew too well, and it was telling him something. They looked worried too…
Ha! Worried about me now huh? Should've showed a bit of that before all of this!
The person then said something else, but Shun managed to strain his ears enough to hear them this time.
"Why?"
~x~
Ok, so I know this was kind of depressing… but I promise that things will get happier for him ^-^ I hope you guys liked it though.
/Roses