What Will I Do If You're Gone?
Disclaimer: Nothing but my OCs.
A/N: This will be a multi-chapter fic, with different people in each, unless I decide to do each person in each group.
Warsaw and Vilnius
Jonas Laurinaitis looked over the note he had written, smiling sadly to himself. He was alone in the house; his parents were at another world meeting and his sister Justina was out with her boyfriend. She wasn't due home for hours; plenty of time to do this. He left the door to his room open, the lamp on and illuminating the note. He walked into the bathroom and started the water in the bathtub, then looked into the mirror.
The boy staring back at him was rather frightening. Long ash-blonde hair that reminded him of his father's, other than the color. Forest-green eyes, though they were dull and flat-looking. Once well-tanned skin, paled from his new reluctance to go outdoors. A frighteningly thin figure, almost like nothing but skin stretched onto bone. Despite how he had disfigured his once-handsome body, a serene smile rested on his lips. Jonas had no regrets about his decision. No one would miss him, right? Why would they? He was nothing. Sure, his parents and his sister might cry over him, but he would be forgotten soon enough. He slipped off the jacket he wore.
A network of thin scars ran over the Polish-Lithuanian boy's arms in a pattern as delicate and intricate as a spiderweb. It was horrible. It was beautiful. It was all that had kept him sane for the last three weeks. Jonas frowned. Too many scars; it would be too hard to make the cut on his arm. A sudden idea hit. He lifted the side of his white tanktop and looked at his side. It would be a fairly good place to make that last, peace-bringing cut.
The blonde turned off the water and got in, not caring if he was clothed. What did it matter? He lifted the side of his shirt and sliced his side...just as he heard Justina walk in.
"Jonas?" She called, walking upstairs. "Jonas, where are you?"
He smiled and looked at the water, which was turning an orangish yellow, the color darkening with each beat of his heart. Even if she found him, there was no stopping it. Sure enough, by the time Justina had walked into the bathroom, the water had gone from orangish yellow to cloudy red, and Jonas had fallen into the water, becoming part of the nothingness he felt.
A/N: R&R, my lovelies! Until next time!
...yes, this stuff makes me happy. I'm effed up.