Author's note: This is just the beginning of the story. The details will develop around this. If you have any questions leave them in the review section and I will answer them in my writing. It would be greatly appreciated. In the falling chapters you will learn about the deaths of his siblings, his family, friends, and how he became a newsie.
Blink looked at everyone in the bunkroom, why were they all turning on him? Had he hurt every one that bad? He turned not listening to any one who was yelling at him. He couldn't handle it any more every thought was plaguing him and he couldn't push them away.
Blink ran off down the street he headed to an old apartment building. The clouds above hung heavy in the sky threatening a horrible storm and the air was laden with moisture. He went up to where he used to live and sat in the room. He looked around and the tears flowed down his cheeks. Every thing was dusty, tattered, and torn. Only when Blink looked at everything it looked as if it was new. In his thoughts he could see the sunlight streaming through the window above the sink, illuminating the room so the colors showed vivid. Blink could see his younger siblings walking into the room. Laughing, joking around, having fun and leading a care free life. A loud crash of thunder snapped him out of his daze and the room went back to being its dark, dull, drab state.
His sister and Brother's deaths were his entire fault; if he had never turned his back on them they'd be alive. He remembered that night when his parents told him it was his fault and they could never forgive him for it. 'How could you be so irresponsible? They were your own family. They are never coming back. I want you out of my house.' He could hear his father's words over and over again. While his mother sat in a chair and cried.
He walked to were the old bathroom everything was like he remembered. If he was right there were some blades somewhere in there. Blink opened the cabinet and searched through it till he found what he wanted and pulled out and old rusted blade. He sat on the floor and leaned back against the wall. His hands began to tremble and the memories and the thoughts flooded his head till they were all mixed together and he couldn't tell one from the other, "It was all my fault they told me it was. I have hurt some many people it's time to put an end to it." He dragged the blade against his wrist hard as he could. The pain shot through his writs, it was an indescribable pain that he had never felt before. The warm crimson blood flowed from his wrists and down his arms. Blink watched the blood not even feeling anything; he felt no remorse. The blood soaked into his shirts and pants; spilling everywhere. He closed his eyes feeling weak as the blood drained from his body and down to the floor. His thoughts began to slow and he could tell them apart again. The blood collected around Blink seeping into the hardwood floor.
Blink was going to die where his life began. Everything was fading into the background and going fuzzy. He could hear the rain pounding outside, but as he began slipped into consciousness all sounds, smells, feelings became softer and more out of touch. Blink slumped to the ground the blade falling to his side. Blink's thoughts seemed to be put at rest as he took his last few breaths. He would never get to apologize to all the people he hurt.
Blink would never get to grow up; he would never get married and or children. Blink would never accomplish his life goals. Soon the room closed in on him. He felt two arms pick him up. He opened his eyes to see some one holding him, "Good bye." Whispered to the person who held him in there arms. For Blink's last moments he felt safe and loved.
He could hear the person talking to him, but he couldn't understand them. What was done was done there was no going back. The cuts on his wrists were too deep and he had lost too much blood to save him. Blink drew his last dieing breath closing his eyes for the last time never to be opened again.