A/N: Song that set this chapter: "Requiem For A Dream" by ?
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It's been a few days since my first attempt in getting Soul to kill me. I've decided to try again.
Some might say I'm being stupid. But they don't know what it's like. For me. Him not talking or looking at me.
I'm sittiing on the couch while he has decided to stay on the floor. The TV is on, but neither of us are interested in whatever is on.
He sits there, staring at it blankly. I slowly lean down and set the scissors beside him.
"Kill me." I say.
This time, Soul eyes the scissors for about two minutes. His hand reaches out. Before he touches them, however, he pulls his hand back. Like it was a viper or something.
Soul gets up and leaves the room. Leaving me alone with the scissors.
I pick them up, and slide one of the blades over my once-perfect skin. It is now shamed with scabs and cuts.
How is it, that I can cut myself with these scissors, but not kill myself?
And how is it, that a little over three months ago, everything was fine?
Everyone was happy not that long ago. I know that I had once been able to smile. But now it is like a distant memory.
I remember Soul's smirk. His 'cool guy' talk.
This only reminds me that all of that was gone in a blink of an eye. Perhaps, if we had been prepared. If we'd known that the kishin egg had been stalking us.
I look at the scissors. How much blood would be on them, if he had decided to take them? How much on the couch? The floor? On Soul?
He almost took them.