I've had this idea since a couple episodes of ML, but never really got into play. Now that the first season's over, I have time to actually write this thing out (before more reveals come out about the characters and my theories become completely invalid, oops ^u^). I've had fun writing this, so try and have fun reading. Comment below what you think (especially on what I could improve on). Thanks!
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There was once little boy always scorned
And on his sleeve his heart was worn
The dangers of this first unknown
Later in his heart grew a thorn
It was a night worse than others. Gabriel felt the hot tears fall, fall and turn into a river that ran deep and cut into the solid rock of his soul, reaching for his heart. What a gentle and fragile thing it was, a butterfly fluttering trapped inside the stone cage built for protection and preservation. Like the castle described to be surrounding Sleeping Beauty, a hazard of a rose garden protected anything with thorns, as unyielding and sharp as the person they grew inside. He cursed as he stumbled, and decided that he couldn't do this anymore. A mother who was too sick to remember him, a father who too strict to ever be proud of him. If Gabriel took his words to heart, the world would be much better off without him. Most people didn't even know of his existence. They had no use for him, and their lives would continue on without change. His father would finally have time to devote to his growing company. His mother wouldn't even notice.
It would be better not to be here.
It would be better not to exist.
That was the reason behind why a thirteen year old had locked himself inside the bathroom, clinging desperately to a large blade to save him from this god-forbidden hell. For the benefit of everyone around him. For the "greater good."
Heart pounding.
Mind reeling.
Palms sweating.
There are faded scars on the underside of his arm and his legs, but he soon learned that they only made things worse. No. This time, it would be final. The time had come to end the suffering, both his and others. The sharpened metal tip pressed against the soft skin of his stomach, tilted upwards towards the small heart keeping him alive. Keeping him here.
...
Gabriel, you don't have to do this.
Who said that?!
Gabriel, please. Put the knife down. You know better than this.
Who are you? What are you?
My name is Nooroo. I am a fairy, and I can make things better for you.
What? N-no, those things don't exist. I'm hallucinating. This is the onsets of death, right? I'm dying, and I don't even know it. (The knife clatters to the floor and Gabriel sinks to his knees. So much hope for this conversation to be real, yet knowing that it was merely a figment of his imagination. Just like his father's pride. Just like his mother's cure. But the voice spoke again.)
You can fight this, Gabriel! Don't give in!
Give in to what, desperate needs? I can't do this anymore, this is too much. What else am I supposed to do, live as if I'm happy? Live as if I want this life? Live?
No, but you can try to fix it. Look at the silver lining. To learn from experience, you must struggle through hardships. You don't know what the future contains for you. I know that you will do great things, Gabriel. I can see it. The future is a better place.
(A mirthless laugh. He picks up the blade once more.) How can I even trust what you're saying? You're just going to say that I'm loved by everyone. That I'm just a statistic.
You may not see it, but the people close to you do care for you. But if you keep holding that knife, you'll never understand. You'll never know.
What others show to me? That's not love. They've never shown me love. Especially my parents. I don't think I'm a their child in their eyes.
If that's true, then what is love? What have they not shown you?
They...I...I don't know.
Exactly. Please, Gabriel, put it down. I swear the future will be much better.
Really?
Yes. You'll make your name your own, and you'll be able to find what you're looking for soon. You just need to open the black box, and I'll explain everything else later.
That's it?
That's it.
...
When he went to open the box, a light was unveiled that opened his eyes. And his life was never to be the same again.
A little boy forgets how to mourn
Grows into a man, with hatred adorned
Of a hero, dark villain will be born
Yet to protect another he will have sworn