Why
Why did you have to do it?
Kai pov
I drew another deep bloss from the cigarette in my hand, exhaling the smoke slowly. The light grey, almost transparent, cloud slowly rose to the ceiling of the dirty night club. I looked down into the deep of my drink, full of alcohol. I didn't notice a tear slide down my cheek because of the traces left by all these before, now dried up and visually gone. My eyes were stinging from all the tears I had cried over you.
I slowly pulled myself up from the torn leather chair and left a tip at the desk. I successfully made it to the front door after several dirty looks, from middle aged perverts, and bumps, violent enough to send me flying. I stepped outside and could hardly feel the freezing wind cool my torn body down to dangerous temperatures. I looked down at my now bruised body but I couldn't feel the obvious pain streaming from the abused spots. Not even from the deep wound on my right forearm, a shard of glass still embedded in it, from where streams of crimson colored liquid were making its way for lower parts, only to finally end up on the concrete road.
Nothing. No pain could tear me more apart than the pain in my heart.
Why did you have to do it? I looked up at the night sky, silver gleaming stars reflecting in my tear filled eyes. Why did you have to kill yourself? Why did you choose to leave us all? To leave me, broken…
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A story I wrote between lessons in school a while ago. I found it again when I started to go through my hand written fanfics for inspiration. R&R! ^^, Flames are allowed.
