Cut my Life into Pieces
Chapter 9:
So long…
Author's note: So, it's taken longer than I thought to write but it will be done by Valentine's Day. As planned. 8 Chapters to go, I know that much. I have the rest of the story planned out. I know what's going to happen at least. To loyal fans, thanks for the love and I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this new chapter up. I re-wrote the last chapter. I think it's better. So, let me know what you think, read and review I mean. And without further adieu, here is chapter 9.
"I call it love, you call it a disease….you're the fucking disease!" Bitter, bitter and angry, how did someone so beautiful become such a tragedy? He couldn't help wondering as the silver prince let out a stream of curses, shrieking like a banshee. "You're a fucking disease! Go rot and die! Damn!"
Sipping his coffee, he watched Yuki struggling against his restraints that held his body pinned to the bed. "Give up. You're getting help. One way or another. I'm sorry Yuki." He flipped through the newspaper, waiting for the knock to signal Hatori's arrival. "You can't go on living like this Yuki. It's killing you."
"You fucking bastard! She wants you dead! You'll take me away from her and she loves me!" Yuki flipped and flopped around, twisting his body in odd angles, spitting and growling like a cat.
"No she doesn't." Kyo take his eyes off the paper as he turned to the next paper. "She isn't a living thing, she is a drug."
"Agh! " Yuki screamed, straining against his bondage, throwing his body up as hard as he could, a captured animal. Contusions and lacerations stitched his body together, painting and plastering him like a picture of perfect self-beating. Unable to take the sounds of torture, he left the room, leaving Yuki alone in his own self-ruin.
In the kitchen, Kyo grabbed a bagel and spread cream cheese on it in a futile attempt to sooth his clenching stomach. After about three bites, he heard soft sobs coming from the bedroom and wandered back in. Yuki had given up his struggle and lay crying with his head to the side, buried in the pillows.
"Yuki?" Bare feet padding softly on the ground, Kyo walked slowly to the bed and sat down. Fingers gently brushed the silver haired boy's hair out of his eyes. "It's ok Yuki. Just let it out."
"Kyo-kun, I wish I could play with the little light specks at the bottom of the 8 ft. deep end of the pool and forget to breathe." Tears dripped from his face and soaked the pillow beneath him. He wanted to die, to pass away like another day, unnoticed by society as a whole. It killed Kyo inside, that Yuki had to feel this way, had to feel such a pain that was almost to the point where Yuki could no longer stand to live. "And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad that the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
"Yuki, lets soar on wings of pain and create a life worth living, together. We can do it together. Broken wings will fly." He curled on the bed and wrapped his arms around the sad addict, the depressed prince. "Drowning is easy, breathing is the hard part."
"Kyo…I'm kind of afraid to be happy." His eyes were dazed with sadness. "Please help me. I'm wishing on emptiness…I scare myself, make it go away. I'm constantly telling myself bitter past, silent screams, deadly voices taunting me….just take the drugs Yuki, take them and it will be ok, so use to saying show them all you got, fake it all."
"You will be happy Yuki, I assure you, I'll see to it that you will be freed from this pain." Kyo smiled and started to continue. "I lo…" A sharp knock at the door cut him off. "It's Hatori. I'll be back."
Moments later, Kyo returned with Hatori, who removed a needle from behind his back. "It's time to go Yuki." This set Yuki off, bringing about fears of abandonment, fears of what would come.
"No!" He shrieked, thrusting himself against the restraints once again to get away. "Kyo! Help me! Please!" Within seconds of being pierced with the needle, Yuki was out of it.
"He will be ok Kyo. I promise." Hatori nodded. Kyo could only watch as he took Yuki's unconscious body and loaded it in his car. That was it. The last day of happiness.
