Hey there! It's my first story here and it's just a test-thingy because I wanted to know, if I'm able to write stories in English. I'm just a German fifteen year old girl and this little drabble here wasn't overread, so don't be to harsh! ;w;
Critique is always welcome!
Warnings: Schizophrenia, Suicide, Blood
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts in any way. But I own this "plot". ^-^
R&R please!
„I'm so fucking useless!" he screamed, as he tossed the sharp knife on the floor. The room was dark, the boy couldn't even see his hands. 'Why am I even trying to do that?' the young male thought and looked at his bloody wrist, well, he thought he did.
'Nobody cares for me. I should know that. So why am I prolonging this? Why don't I just... No... No, this is not what I want to do... The voices... yes, only the voices believe it's the right thing to do. Only them. It's not me.'
"Stop fucking talking already! Shut the hell up!" he shouted and pressed his two hands on his ears, hoping it would help.
The voices became too loud and he couldn't even hear his own thoughts. So here he was. In a dark room, that was probably his own room, the voices shouting, not able to hear because of them, not able to see. What to do?
His wrist was bleeding a little from the cuts he did earlier and the silver haired teen smirked darkly. He hoped it would be heaven, the best to end it all. The voices wanted him to, should he listen to them?
He would have to. He had no choice. They wanted him to...
The teen got up on shaking knees and grabbed the blade. It would probably be shining, if the room was exposed. He once again smirked, but this time weaker and carved some letters on his wrist.
The blood was running faster down his arm as the boy slowly fell down on his bed with a small smile.
The carving was a small, unfinished sentence.
It said 'SORA I LO OU'.
Some letters were unreadable.