Cold, Cold Heart
Chapter Eight
Yuki's POV
I don't know why I called him back, I just needed help and I couldn't seem to remember Seguchi's number. I could only remember his—Shuu's.
It shocked me when I heard Shuu's voice the first time—I hung up and broke the bottle of beer I'd been drinking. The jagged pieces of glass beckoned me, enticed me and before I knew it I had cuts all over my arms. One on my face, too. I didn't even remember doing it; that scares me; that always scares me.
So I called Shuu back up to help me—I didn't want Seguchi to find me like this. I'll never forget the look on Shuu's face when he found me, when he saw my cuts, my wrecked state.
"I couldn't help it, I'm sorry."
"…you mean…you did this to yourself? God…."
I started crying, I couldn't stop myself, I was too drunk and confused. I was barely aware when Shuu took me to the hospital in the taxi, covering my cuts with his jacket.
I wish things could go back to how they were, have Shuu stay away so I can get on with my life. Why did he have to come back? After three years he comes back without warning—how am I supposed to deal with that?
God, I want to die now, just take me from this world. I can't take this pain anymore— or the fear of what I might do next. God? Please.
A/N: End chapter, please review.
