Entry 73
Dear Dairy,
Why was I born?
Yuki,
June 30,th 2002
P.S. This might be the last time I write to you. Thanks for always listening.
Yuki closed the cover of the diary with shaky breath, he remembered that day well. It was the first and last time he tried to kill himself. Uzuki-kun didn't want to be his friend anymore, Kanata was to busy to call, and the dreams were getting worse, so was his powers. It started to become to much to handle. He just wanted it to end, for once. He decided that night before his last entry what he was going to do. It took some attempts but he finally got it right. The air was crisp, sweat slowly gilded down his shirt, weather it was from the blazing afternoon sun or the fear that crept into his gut like a snake, he didn't know and he didn't care.
There he stood motionless', staring out at the crosswalk sign as it turned green, letting people pass. Hs heart hummed in his ears as the light once again turned red. He couldn't remember exactly what happened after that, only the heavy pounding of his feet as it hit the pavement, and the screams that filled his ears as he stared silently at the clear blue sky, slowly fading into darkness. He had been told that he had been in a coma for 3 weeks since then. He woke to the sound of the foster children crying by his bed side along with the elders, even Kanata had stopped by continuously after classes. No one asked him what happened or why, they just held him close in their arms, tears of joy fading into his hair. It was then that he decided to stay alive, there were people who needed him, that was enough to ask for.
Thinking back to the promise he had made so many years ago, Yuki laid back in bed mindful of Sodom that peacefully slept beside him, and Luka, who had for once fallen asleep after many hours of persuading on his part. His life was different now, more complicated, but that was for another entry…..
Yuki,
2010
A/N: Dedicated to buecherwurm91 =)