Hey, Eriuch again. Wow, I'm updating fast. First? I think so. So anyway, those who reviewed, you made my day awesome 3 I was having a terrible one. This, for the moment, is the last depressing chapter. The next ones happier :)
So, for now, just bear with me. Thanks, all.
The sun is gone and the flowers rot So break me down if it makes you feel right And I'm the one you can never trust So break me down if it makes you feel right Hate me, break me down
Words are spaces between us
And I should've been drowned in the rivers I've found of token lust
And I should've been down when you made me insecure
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can't break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than meets the eye
'cause wounds are ways to reveal us
And yeah I could have tried and devoted my life to both of us
But what a waste of my time when the world we have is yours
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can't break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than all your lies
So break me down
So break me down
So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can't break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than meets the eye
"Breakdown" - Seether
"Kid, everyone's got a story."
"You have no idea."
"Trust me, I do."
He kept whittling away with his switch blade, creating yet another masterpiece.
"Did you watch your girl get stabbed, and slowly die right in front of you?"
He looked up, shocked. "Kid, I didn't know-"
"It's Dyem, and I was only only seventeen, then. I need to find him, Barig."
"Who?"
"Her killer."
"Revenge?"
I nodded. "Scar's going down, even if I have to go down with him."
He shot up. "Scar killed her?! That's suicide!!"
I blinked. "You know him?"
"Do I know him? Why do you think I wear this goddamned eyepatch, to look cool?"
"You've got a point there."
He nodded. "Of course I have a point."
"At least he'd be putting me out of my misery..."
"Now why the hell're you saying that?!"
"My family doesn't even know I exist. Just when they need something. Except for Myde. He's just a douche to me no matter what."
"What do you mean?"
"Takes my car, my money... anything that's left."
Barig shrugged. "He's your older brother, what can you do?"
"Nothing. I need to get out of this place. I need to find Scar, like Cohl told me to do."
"Who?"
"Cohl Anver."
"Wasn't she one of your friends?"
"Yeah, and Scar's the one who killed her."
"Ohhh. Sorry, kid."
I got up from sitting on the fire escape. "I'm heading out. Seeya."
"Hey, kid."
"Yeah?"
"Don't get killed yet. You've got your whole life ahead of you. I don't want you to let that go to waste over one person."
I smiled, jumping down.
I opened the front door, and headed up the stairs, not that my parents even noticed. Hell, not like they ever noticed me at all. It was all about Myde. I was simply his shadow, trying to do well in school, be amazing at at least one thing. I played the guitar, but Myde makes lacrosse captain. I bet a B in my hardest class, and he gets straight A's with ease. He has all the friends, girls and respect that he wants, while I sit here with nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I sat on my bed, just thinking. Should I really go after Scar, and avenge Cohl? Or, was Barig right in telling me that I was wasting my time?
"It is worth it.", I muttered to myself.
Nothing was the same after she died, even two years later. Nothing.
She was my sun, my muse... and Scar took that all away from me. My best friend, my girl... my hopes, my dreams. Everything that meant something to me.
I held her chain in my hands, hoping, somehow, that'd it'd give me an answer. And in a way, it did.
I was gonna go after Scar, if it was the last thing I did. Even if I went down. Even if only I did, I'd be satisfied. I really would be.
Myde burst through my door, smirking.
Something's definitely up...
"Wanna knock?"
He laughed. "Nah, no need."
Okay...
"I got a new job, maybe you should go apply, too."
I raised an eyebrow.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. Why would there be a catch?"
"There's always a catch with you, Myde."
"So, maybe you're right. However,", he picked up a guitar pick that Paul McCoy of the 12 Stones had signed. "It's just putting up posters. For a place that's holding auditions for only the best local musicians, to perform."
"So, you want me to do your job for you. Again."
He smirked. "Precisely. Except, this time, I'll be putting in a good word for you, brother. So you can get your dream job."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"Oh, I guess I'll just need to tell Scar to find somebody else to perform, then."
I jumped to my feet. "How do you know Scar?"
"Dyem, calm down. He owns the coffee shop on 28th Street."
"Do you know where he is right now?"
"Sure. He should be down at the beach right now. Why?"
"Thanks!"
I jumped out my window with just my switchblade and the clothes on my back. I could only hope that I could kill him and get on with things.
I found him near the water's edge, playing with a lighter.
"I've been waiting, Dyem Leonne."
"How-"
"Your older brother, Myde?"
"Right."
"So you finally came, to avenge your friend? I didn't think you'd have the guts to even show your face here."
I glared at him, even though he hadn't even faced me yet.
"But you're lucky this time, Leonne."
Slowly, he turned around, showing his face.
"Now it's your turn!"
He lunged, slashing my arm open, while I screamed in pain.
He laughed, crazily. "Do you even think anyone'll come running? Nobody cares about you, Leonne!"
I growled, taking out my switchblade.
"Oh yeah? Barig does. Cohl did. But you took her away from me!"
He smirked. "Well, it's time that you go join her!"
He lunged again, missing, while I slashed open his shirt, his chest, blood gushing.
"Boy, you picked the wrong time to get smart!"
Again, he aimed, this time for my head, missing. Somehow, I caught him in the gut.
He stumbled, but regained his composure, slashing my arm again.
I jumped into the water for safety, seeing as he didn't follow me in. But the salt water stung, weakening me even more. When I thought he wasn't paying attention, I got out quickly, trying to make as little sound as possible. But then again, I was fighting a killer.
Tackled and pinned to the ground, I was momentarily disoriented and unable to move. He slashed at my face and shoulders, probably making me unrecognizable.
"Of anyone who's come after me, you're definitely the most idiotic, Dyem."
Quickly, while he was off-guard, I sent my knee into his gut, sending him off of me. I took the opportunity to get up and go after him again, kicking his ribs and shoulders, probably bruising him enough.
He grabbed me by the ankles, sending me flying downward, losing my balance. Again, I was pinned to the sand, but this time, a good kick to the head kept the world spinning, making me temporarily blind, deaf, and paralyzed.
"You're such a stupid kid."
A kick to the ribs, probably breaking a few.
"Did you ever fucking think that you could win?"
He stepped on my twisted kneecap, crushing the bone.
"But I've never met a kid who's just this depressing. You're fucking pathetic."
My collarbone was crushed now, too, and I couldn't move. I was numb inside, but my body screamed; begging Scar to just end it. End my sad, pathetic life. Let me see Cohl again.
"There's so much you don't know, kid. So much. At least that heart of yours is strong, because it'll be taken, and you'll just plunge into the darkness."
"You're going to hell."
"I won't die."
I struggled to move, but it was no use. I was dying, just like Cohl. The only difference was that I dealt with what she had, plus having my bones turned to dust. And the sheer loss of her. I just wanted this to be over.
"Goodnight, punk."
I was the bullet, and it ripped right through my heart. The empty cavity that was my chest cried crimson tears to the ocean, lapping at all of my wounds. I was long gone.
I started to close my eyes, tears sauntering down my cheeks.
"Cohl... are you still waiting for me?"
Yeah, I know this is another depressing chapter, but I hope it's good :) So, please R&R and leave any critiques, questions, etc. Plus, if you have any ideas that I can use, that'd be much appreciated and very helpful. Oh, and chapter three will be typed and uploaded in about an hour , most likely. Over and out.
- Eriuch