I finished writing this yesterday night but the server was down and it wouldn't let me upload it -_-;; Oh well, it's here now! A warning for readers who don't like blood and gore- LEAVE NOW. This one's a little violent...
***
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
I extend my index finger and press the silvery doorbell then wait for a reply. There's a brief jumble of footsteps on the wooden floor until finally I see someone slowly opening the door. None other than the person I came to visit.
"Hello, Sora…"
"Hi, Tai…" She says genuinely, taking hold of my hand and pulling me inside of her house. The whole place is a pleasant area to relax, flowers in every nook and cranny as well as their scent that wafts over into your nostrils, wherever you happen to be standing. All the curtains and floorboards are swept up in a brilliant golden light as well as the flowers that reflect different colors onto the walls.
"Come with me." She continues with a small smile on her face, "We can go sit in the back yard for a while. It'll be nice…" Still having my arm in her grasp, she begins to advance to the deck with me close at hand.
The garden itself is a wonder of it's own. Tiny spouts of water shooting up from the ground as well as the rocks and differently shaded plants that create a tremendous shadow over anyone walking inside. It's always sort of moist and dewy, but with the amount of heat that's been covering Odaiba, I'm not complaining. Sitting in the middle of the colossal plantation was a majestic sakura tree. Her flowers still hadn't learnt to bloom, but they were well on their way.
Sora takes me along near the gently swaying tree and strokes my face with her finger.
"Oh Taichi…" I watch in utter stillness as her eyes penetrate mine, "I don't think he realizes how much you want to be there for him. He doesn't remember what it's like to have people who are willing to care."
"What?" I ask suddenly, looking up, "What do you mean?? How do you know that??"
She nods a bit then replies, "Don't you remember? I used to be one of the only people he believed --loved him." Her eyes seem to shimmer a little more than before- I know it's painful to talk about. She seems so fragile when she talks about something that hurts. All I want to do is be able to protect her from the horrors of our world, and make her feel like she's in another.
I reach up my own hand and pet her gingerly. "Sora… sometimes I believe that you might be some celestial specter instead of human- I find it hard to recognize that there might be someone as perfect as you."
I lean to rest my lips on her cheek, but I'm stopped halfway through.
What the hell!?
Damnit- it's that feeling in my wrists again~!
I instantly cringe from the enormous amount of agony that's singeing my veins. Why is it hurting so much more than last time!? I can't help it when vast streams of tears begin to flow over the sides of my face. I moan loudly, clenching my eyes shut and concentrating on the spot; hoping that the sensation will go away. Sora looks at me in panic asking over and over again what's the matter. I try to say something, but it's hard after the amount of gritting my teeth that I'm doing. Perspiration is dripping down my forehead in anxiety, but I don't know what I can do to make all of it go away…
"Tai?!? Do you need a doctor!?!" She looks so frantic, I just want to put on a smile and say, 'No, hun, I'm fine…' But after all the crying I'd been doing, I don't think I can. Sora's a smart girl, she can tell the difference between crying because your feeling downhearted and crying because your leg's been slashed off.
This time I don't get to the stage where it's like there's water trickling over me. Instead it just keeps going…
Finally though, it slowly begins to die down. The keyword here is 'slowly'. By the time I can stop shaking, the sky has already been coated in a blanket of silvery stars.
She leans on me- still looking a little scared- but softly all the same, trying to cheer me up from all that had happened.
"I think you should go talk to him…" She says while staring up at the moon, "If he talks to anyone, it'll be you."
"I doubt it…" I reply in a dead voice, "He's just too far gone for us to get him back and-"
Suddenly there's another quick jolt of pain that shoots through me, though this time it's on my cheek. I turn my head abruptly to see Sora with her expression burning with fury and her hair messed up from the sudden movement. Her hand was still in the position it had been once it struck my cheek as she whispered hoarsely, "Never ever say that again, Tai…" She was quivering now from more than just the wind, "Never *ever* again. As long as he's still here, there's a chance that we can get him back. He didn't get 'friendship' for nothing…H-he would do the same for you…"
I have to say I'm deeply surprised at her reaction- Sora's almost never yelled, let along hit me before. Well- playfully doesn't count. "Okay, okay…" I say, letting her rest her head on my shoulder, "I'll try to talk to him for you. Alright?"
"…Alright…"
***
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
As I stare up at the tiled ceiling above me, I can tell that I'm barely teetering on the boundary of consciousness and unconsciousness. The morning sun shines in at me, though all I want to do is block it out. Sprawled on the couch- I hold up to hands in front of me. God, can barely tell how many fingers I have. Damn vision is so fucked up…
Investigating the floor, my hands find empty bottles of beer scattered near the sofa. Last night I didn't bother to count how many I'd had, but judging from the amount that had been left there- about 4 or five.
Jesus Christ, does my head hurt… Especially seeing as I *don't* drink…
That would probably explain why I can't see past half of a foot in front of me, but whatever. It made me forget what I wanted to forget, so I guess it got the job done. My knife was sitting on the kitchen table. I'd used it a couple too many times in the last couple hours… My whole left arm looked destroyed beyond reconstruction. I'm surprised that I'm not already dead.
Not like I'd care though. Hell, I wouldn't be around to care.
I smirk a bit at the thought. But then again, that's probably just the alcohol talking. Maybe if I can get over to my bed, I'll be able to sleep for a while until the sick tingling leaves. I push my hands flat against the chair and try to lift myself up with all remaining strength.
I land with a thump back on the ground, barely able to move. I just feel sore…
I decide that I can't get anywhere at the moment then roll over as far as I can. One of the beer bottles stop me so I try to hurl it at the wall. The only thing I achieve is cutting my hand again and beginning to swear like a lunatic.
Now I'm glad that Sora's not going out with me- why the hell would she want to stick around for a dead beat like 'Yamato Ishida'? I'm no good- I'm like a fucking piece of trash… Why bother trying to fix me up if there's nothing to repair? Everything about me has been damaged. My body's been mutilated by knives and cigarettes, my mind's been corrupted by society and people who just don't give a damn, and my heart- yeah. That's been mangled so many times that I'm in awe that it's still beating.
Thinking about all this, I can't help but begin to bawl again. A squall of tears run down my face as I try to wipe them away in disgust. My arms are too heavy though, so no matter how times I attempt, it just doesn't work.
My eyes soon burn from all the salty water, each drop grinding away at the lids. I want it to cease, but they refuse to obey me. My throat's been all twisted and knotted from the gnarled gasps and now it's getting harder to breath. I lay there in my liquid stained coat, weeping like a little kid.
All my stomach wants to do is start to through up the taste of sour beer, but I can't even get myself up- let alone to a sink. My whole physique screams to get some sort of relief, but I'm too drained to be able to provide it.
Though I don't see why, I debate silently with myself whether I'd rather be there alone, or with someone else to sit and gawk at me. At least that way- I wouldn't feel so completely abandoned.
***
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow."
"Hey, kid~! Get off the road before somebody hits you~! Moron!"
"What?" I was driven from my state of contemplation only to see angry drivers honking their car horns at me. For pete's sake, get off my back… "Sorry…" I mutter, then step onto the sidewalk and continue to Matt's house.
Sora's talk really helped me to calm down over everything that happened though, of course, I still worry. I can't help that. I really don't have any idea what I'm supposed to say to him when I get there, so I guess I'm just going to have to play it by ear. I think it's a given fact that he's not going to be in a 'talking mood', but I'll have to do my best to say what I can to him. Personally, I'm beginning to believe it's a lost cause…
The sun basks in the sky like a large golden orb, warming everything around it. Even as I feel its rays touching my hair, I can't help but worry about the occurrences to come. What if I actually end up making him hate me even more??? Knowing me, that suggestions looking the easiest…
Before I know it, I'm standing outside the large apartment building for the second time in two days. Well, there's not much I can do outside- though I'm terrified of going in. I sigh in exasperation and pray for the best as I advance up the steps.
------
I stand at the door and cautiously knock. At first it's a small, timid little tap, but when nobody answers, I try again, this time it's harder and therefore louder. I push the buzzer that acts like a doorbell, though that doesn't do much either.
"Hello??" I ask, "Matt?? Are you in there!?" Probably not the best thing to do. After what I said before, I'm sure that he's going to be just dying to admit me into his house.
There's no reply.
"Hey, Matt!" I call again, "Are you in there-"
As I sit there, screaming through a wooden door, I begin to smell the undisguised scent of alcohol. "Matt!?" As stupid as it looks, I press my head against the door and try to inhale more of the odor. I pause there for a couple seconds, breathing deeply, then come to a conclusion. Yeah, definitely beer.
"Matt- if you don't open the door *now*, I'm opening it myself~!"
Not being able to stand being left in the dark any longer, I ram my shoulder as hard as I can against the door, heaving with all the strength that soccer has blessed me with. After I hit it a couple more times, I begin to hear the sound of raw wood being charred. Again- I smash myself up, clamping my jaws together to ignore the stinging and hit it one more time.
At last there's a loud CRACK! and the splintered pieces bend easily once I try to move them out of the way with my hands.
"Matt~!" I yell roughly while letting my eyes dart around the room feverishly, "Where are-"
My foot gets hooked on something and all of a sudden my leg trips smacks onto the floor. Once I get up, I manage to find the culprit for my accident- a stray beer bottle lying in the way.
I take another step, surveying everything around me but when I see the large red mound on the ground, my eyes widen in fear and surprise.
What the hell~!?
I quickly lean over and flip it onto the other side, then let out a small yelp.
"Yamato!?!?" I shriek, lifting his head into my arms and staring at him in shock.
He doesn't do anything- just lies limp in my grasp. I don't feel a heart beat- hell, I don't see *any* signs of vitality. "Matt!?! Talk to me! Please~!" I shake him frantically, though he doesn't move at all. I don't understand- what could have happened to him!? His whole coat was red from blood along with his shirt and pants. The fragile face I investigate in my fingers is covered in the red substance except for long areas along his cheeks that are a lighter color- as if his tears had managed to wash away some of the vital fluid.
"What happened to you, Yamato!??" I ask in panic, choking on my own tears, "Why-" I had been reaching my fingers down to check his pulse, but the second that they felt his wrists, I know what's going on.
I retained it up so that I could look at the injuries that had been done.
The severed blood vessels were almost too much for me to bare- a crimson solution dripping onto my own hands while I tried to suspend him in an upright position. "Matt!!!" I scream with my eyes becoming more dense with water, "Please-- please don't be..." I pause for a moment, unable to choke out the final word.
A petrifying thought begins to establish itself in in my mind. His whole torso looking like it does- there's only one logical explanation... Killers don't just run up to other people and slit their wrists. Nah- that'd be too hard. They just kill 'em on the spot.
Slashing your veins is something that you do to *yourself*.
"H-h-he committed suicide??" I stutter with my whole body shivering, "B-but… no…T-t-hat's impossible…h-he…w-wouldn't have…"
I look around for some sort of cloth or something that I could use as a bandage… I don't care what- anything! I can't think clearly- my hands are shaking at a vigorous rate, making it impossible to do anything properly.
"T..ai?"
I fling my head back in his direction to face him, then smile in relief when I see his shattered cerulean eyes staring at me. "I'm right here…" I say briskly, "Don't worry, Matt, I'll get you to a hospital-"
"N..o~!" He glares at me defiantly while trying to appear stern.
"Come on, Matt!!" I say angrily, "God- look at you~! You've got to get medical help *now*~!"
His expression softens as he stares at me in an imploring manner. "I… ca…n'…t……go….to the ….h..os…pi..tal…" The way that he's breathing is starting to scare me; he couldn't seem to take in proper vents of air.
"And why the hell not~!?!" I demand, "You're going to fucking die if you stay out here like this!" He tries to shift his head from my hold, but I don't let him.
"B…e…ca…use…" He starts in a quiet tone, "T..h..ey'r..e…go..i.n…g…to…se..e……ho..w…..fu..ck..e.d….up…I…am…" His face is abnormally pale from all the lost blood, and the flushed areas look like nothing at all.
Okay, and I think it's safe to say that that *wasn't* the answer I was expecting to hear from him. He coughs like he's trying to continue, so I let him.
"H..o..w..'m….I…supp..o.s.e..d….to….ge..t….the..m…to….t..hi..nk…th.a.t…I..ca..n….tak.e….car..e….of….d..ad….if…I….ca…n't….ev..en…ta..k.e…..ca..r.e…of…my…sel..f?"
"Shhh…" I whisper while flicking spare pieces of hair away from his dirty face, "Stop talking… You don't have enough energy… I'm sorry, Matt... I have to call somebody... an ambulance..."
He wheezes on his tears and begs silently, "No.......p.l...e...a..s..e......Ta..i..."
Even though it kills me, I'm forced to ignore his pleas and grab my cell phone, rapidly dialing the number for the hospital. I give them the address and tell them to hurry the hell up, then hang up.
I gaze sadly at the torn frame in front of me. It used to be strong- at times strong then mine. This was the body that thousands of fangirls would have loved to get their hands on. But look at him now. Blood crossing at every possible opportunity and his once bright face now clashed with bitter emotions. It's so-- destroyed...
"Why Yamato?" I ask speechlessly, "Why did you--?"
He doesn't seem able to answer. His whole face is colored with pain and driven while his two hands reach up to try and cover his tears. The two of us just sit there- me holding his bleeding physique close and sensing his scared pulsating up and down with each breath. He just cries into my chest. We wait like this for what seems like hours until the sirens can be heard, coming to take him away.
***
[sighs] I guess it's easy to say I was feeling a little depressed when I wrote this... mneh.
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***
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
I extend my index finger and press the silvery doorbell then wait for a reply. There's a brief jumble of footsteps on the wooden floor until finally I see someone slowly opening the door. None other than the person I came to visit.
"Hello, Sora…"
"Hi, Tai…" She says genuinely, taking hold of my hand and pulling me inside of her house. The whole place is a pleasant area to relax, flowers in every nook and cranny as well as their scent that wafts over into your nostrils, wherever you happen to be standing. All the curtains and floorboards are swept up in a brilliant golden light as well as the flowers that reflect different colors onto the walls.
"Come with me." She continues with a small smile on her face, "We can go sit in the back yard for a while. It'll be nice…" Still having my arm in her grasp, she begins to advance to the deck with me close at hand.
The garden itself is a wonder of it's own. Tiny spouts of water shooting up from the ground as well as the rocks and differently shaded plants that create a tremendous shadow over anyone walking inside. It's always sort of moist and dewy, but with the amount of heat that's been covering Odaiba, I'm not complaining. Sitting in the middle of the colossal plantation was a majestic sakura tree. Her flowers still hadn't learnt to bloom, but they were well on their way.
Sora takes me along near the gently swaying tree and strokes my face with her finger.
"Oh Taichi…" I watch in utter stillness as her eyes penetrate mine, "I don't think he realizes how much you want to be there for him. He doesn't remember what it's like to have people who are willing to care."
"What?" I ask suddenly, looking up, "What do you mean?? How do you know that??"
She nods a bit then replies, "Don't you remember? I used to be one of the only people he believed --loved him." Her eyes seem to shimmer a little more than before- I know it's painful to talk about. She seems so fragile when she talks about something that hurts. All I want to do is be able to protect her from the horrors of our world, and make her feel like she's in another.
I reach up my own hand and pet her gingerly. "Sora… sometimes I believe that you might be some celestial specter instead of human- I find it hard to recognize that there might be someone as perfect as you."
I lean to rest my lips on her cheek, but I'm stopped halfway through.
What the hell!?
Damnit- it's that feeling in my wrists again~!
I instantly cringe from the enormous amount of agony that's singeing my veins. Why is it hurting so much more than last time!? I can't help it when vast streams of tears begin to flow over the sides of my face. I moan loudly, clenching my eyes shut and concentrating on the spot; hoping that the sensation will go away. Sora looks at me in panic asking over and over again what's the matter. I try to say something, but it's hard after the amount of gritting my teeth that I'm doing. Perspiration is dripping down my forehead in anxiety, but I don't know what I can do to make all of it go away…
"Tai?!? Do you need a doctor!?!" She looks so frantic, I just want to put on a smile and say, 'No, hun, I'm fine…' But after all the crying I'd been doing, I don't think I can. Sora's a smart girl, she can tell the difference between crying because your feeling downhearted and crying because your leg's been slashed off.
This time I don't get to the stage where it's like there's water trickling over me. Instead it just keeps going…
Finally though, it slowly begins to die down. The keyword here is 'slowly'. By the time I can stop shaking, the sky has already been coated in a blanket of silvery stars.
She leans on me- still looking a little scared- but softly all the same, trying to cheer me up from all that had happened.
"I think you should go talk to him…" She says while staring up at the moon, "If he talks to anyone, it'll be you."
"I doubt it…" I reply in a dead voice, "He's just too far gone for us to get him back and-"
Suddenly there's another quick jolt of pain that shoots through me, though this time it's on my cheek. I turn my head abruptly to see Sora with her expression burning with fury and her hair messed up from the sudden movement. Her hand was still in the position it had been once it struck my cheek as she whispered hoarsely, "Never ever say that again, Tai…" She was quivering now from more than just the wind, "Never *ever* again. As long as he's still here, there's a chance that we can get him back. He didn't get 'friendship' for nothing…H-he would do the same for you…"
I have to say I'm deeply surprised at her reaction- Sora's almost never yelled, let along hit me before. Well- playfully doesn't count. "Okay, okay…" I say, letting her rest her head on my shoulder, "I'll try to talk to him for you. Alright?"
"…Alright…"
***
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
As I stare up at the tiled ceiling above me, I can tell that I'm barely teetering on the boundary of consciousness and unconsciousness. The morning sun shines in at me, though all I want to do is block it out. Sprawled on the couch- I hold up to hands in front of me. God, can barely tell how many fingers I have. Damn vision is so fucked up…
Investigating the floor, my hands find empty bottles of beer scattered near the sofa. Last night I didn't bother to count how many I'd had, but judging from the amount that had been left there- about 4 or five.
Jesus Christ, does my head hurt… Especially seeing as I *don't* drink…
That would probably explain why I can't see past half of a foot in front of me, but whatever. It made me forget what I wanted to forget, so I guess it got the job done. My knife was sitting on the kitchen table. I'd used it a couple too many times in the last couple hours… My whole left arm looked destroyed beyond reconstruction. I'm surprised that I'm not already dead.
Not like I'd care though. Hell, I wouldn't be around to care.
I smirk a bit at the thought. But then again, that's probably just the alcohol talking. Maybe if I can get over to my bed, I'll be able to sleep for a while until the sick tingling leaves. I push my hands flat against the chair and try to lift myself up with all remaining strength.
I land with a thump back on the ground, barely able to move. I just feel sore…
I decide that I can't get anywhere at the moment then roll over as far as I can. One of the beer bottles stop me so I try to hurl it at the wall. The only thing I achieve is cutting my hand again and beginning to swear like a lunatic.
Now I'm glad that Sora's not going out with me- why the hell would she want to stick around for a dead beat like 'Yamato Ishida'? I'm no good- I'm like a fucking piece of trash… Why bother trying to fix me up if there's nothing to repair? Everything about me has been damaged. My body's been mutilated by knives and cigarettes, my mind's been corrupted by society and people who just don't give a damn, and my heart- yeah. That's been mangled so many times that I'm in awe that it's still beating.
Thinking about all this, I can't help but begin to bawl again. A squall of tears run down my face as I try to wipe them away in disgust. My arms are too heavy though, so no matter how times I attempt, it just doesn't work.
My eyes soon burn from all the salty water, each drop grinding away at the lids. I want it to cease, but they refuse to obey me. My throat's been all twisted and knotted from the gnarled gasps and now it's getting harder to breath. I lay there in my liquid stained coat, weeping like a little kid.
All my stomach wants to do is start to through up the taste of sour beer, but I can't even get myself up- let alone to a sink. My whole physique screams to get some sort of relief, but I'm too drained to be able to provide it.
Though I don't see why, I debate silently with myself whether I'd rather be there alone, or with someone else to sit and gawk at me. At least that way- I wouldn't feel so completely abandoned.
***
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow."
"Hey, kid~! Get off the road before somebody hits you~! Moron!"
"What?" I was driven from my state of contemplation only to see angry drivers honking their car horns at me. For pete's sake, get off my back… "Sorry…" I mutter, then step onto the sidewalk and continue to Matt's house.
Sora's talk really helped me to calm down over everything that happened though, of course, I still worry. I can't help that. I really don't have any idea what I'm supposed to say to him when I get there, so I guess I'm just going to have to play it by ear. I think it's a given fact that he's not going to be in a 'talking mood', but I'll have to do my best to say what I can to him. Personally, I'm beginning to believe it's a lost cause…
The sun basks in the sky like a large golden orb, warming everything around it. Even as I feel its rays touching my hair, I can't help but worry about the occurrences to come. What if I actually end up making him hate me even more??? Knowing me, that suggestions looking the easiest…
Before I know it, I'm standing outside the large apartment building for the second time in two days. Well, there's not much I can do outside- though I'm terrified of going in. I sigh in exasperation and pray for the best as I advance up the steps.
------
I stand at the door and cautiously knock. At first it's a small, timid little tap, but when nobody answers, I try again, this time it's harder and therefore louder. I push the buzzer that acts like a doorbell, though that doesn't do much either.
"Hello??" I ask, "Matt?? Are you in there!?" Probably not the best thing to do. After what I said before, I'm sure that he's going to be just dying to admit me into his house.
There's no reply.
"Hey, Matt!" I call again, "Are you in there-"
As I sit there, screaming through a wooden door, I begin to smell the undisguised scent of alcohol. "Matt!?" As stupid as it looks, I press my head against the door and try to inhale more of the odor. I pause there for a couple seconds, breathing deeply, then come to a conclusion. Yeah, definitely beer.
"Matt- if you don't open the door *now*, I'm opening it myself~!"
Not being able to stand being left in the dark any longer, I ram my shoulder as hard as I can against the door, heaving with all the strength that soccer has blessed me with. After I hit it a couple more times, I begin to hear the sound of raw wood being charred. Again- I smash myself up, clamping my jaws together to ignore the stinging and hit it one more time.
At last there's a loud CRACK! and the splintered pieces bend easily once I try to move them out of the way with my hands.
"Matt~!" I yell roughly while letting my eyes dart around the room feverishly, "Where are-"
My foot gets hooked on something and all of a sudden my leg trips smacks onto the floor. Once I get up, I manage to find the culprit for my accident- a stray beer bottle lying in the way.
I take another step, surveying everything around me but when I see the large red mound on the ground, my eyes widen in fear and surprise.
What the hell~!?
I quickly lean over and flip it onto the other side, then let out a small yelp.
"Yamato!?!?" I shriek, lifting his head into my arms and staring at him in shock.
He doesn't do anything- just lies limp in my grasp. I don't feel a heart beat- hell, I don't see *any* signs of vitality. "Matt!?! Talk to me! Please~!" I shake him frantically, though he doesn't move at all. I don't understand- what could have happened to him!? His whole coat was red from blood along with his shirt and pants. The fragile face I investigate in my fingers is covered in the red substance except for long areas along his cheeks that are a lighter color- as if his tears had managed to wash away some of the vital fluid.
"What happened to you, Yamato!??" I ask in panic, choking on my own tears, "Why-" I had been reaching my fingers down to check his pulse, but the second that they felt his wrists, I know what's going on.
I retained it up so that I could look at the injuries that had been done.
The severed blood vessels were almost too much for me to bare- a crimson solution dripping onto my own hands while I tried to suspend him in an upright position. "Matt!!!" I scream with my eyes becoming more dense with water, "Please-- please don't be..." I pause for a moment, unable to choke out the final word.
A petrifying thought begins to establish itself in in my mind. His whole torso looking like it does- there's only one logical explanation... Killers don't just run up to other people and slit their wrists. Nah- that'd be too hard. They just kill 'em on the spot.
Slashing your veins is something that you do to *yourself*.
"H-h-he committed suicide??" I stutter with my whole body shivering, "B-but… no…T-t-hat's impossible…h-he…w-wouldn't have…"
I look around for some sort of cloth or something that I could use as a bandage… I don't care what- anything! I can't think clearly- my hands are shaking at a vigorous rate, making it impossible to do anything properly.
"T..ai?"
I fling my head back in his direction to face him, then smile in relief when I see his shattered cerulean eyes staring at me. "I'm right here…" I say briskly, "Don't worry, Matt, I'll get you to a hospital-"
"N..o~!" He glares at me defiantly while trying to appear stern.
"Come on, Matt!!" I say angrily, "God- look at you~! You've got to get medical help *now*~!"
His expression softens as he stares at me in an imploring manner. "I… ca…n'…t……go….to the ….h..os…pi..tal…" The way that he's breathing is starting to scare me; he couldn't seem to take in proper vents of air.
"And why the hell not~!?!" I demand, "You're going to fucking die if you stay out here like this!" He tries to shift his head from my hold, but I don't let him.
"B…e…ca…use…" He starts in a quiet tone, "T..h..ey'r..e…go..i.n…g…to…se..e……ho..w…..fu..ck..e.d….up…I…am…" His face is abnormally pale from all the lost blood, and the flushed areas look like nothing at all.
Okay, and I think it's safe to say that that *wasn't* the answer I was expecting to hear from him. He coughs like he's trying to continue, so I let him.
"H..o..w..'m….I…supp..o.s.e..d….to….ge..t….the..m…to….t..hi..nk…th.a.t…I..ca..n….tak.e….car..e….of….d..ad….if…I….ca…n't….ev..en…ta..k.e…..ca..r.e…of…my…sel..f?"
"Shhh…" I whisper while flicking spare pieces of hair away from his dirty face, "Stop talking… You don't have enough energy… I'm sorry, Matt... I have to call somebody... an ambulance..."
He wheezes on his tears and begs silently, "No.......p.l...e...a..s..e......Ta..i..."
Even though it kills me, I'm forced to ignore his pleas and grab my cell phone, rapidly dialing the number for the hospital. I give them the address and tell them to hurry the hell up, then hang up.
I gaze sadly at the torn frame in front of me. It used to be strong- at times strong then mine. This was the body that thousands of fangirls would have loved to get their hands on. But look at him now. Blood crossing at every possible opportunity and his once bright face now clashed with bitter emotions. It's so-- destroyed...
"Why Yamato?" I ask speechlessly, "Why did you--?"
He doesn't seem able to answer. His whole face is colored with pain and driven while his two hands reach up to try and cover his tears. The two of us just sit there- me holding his bleeding physique close and sensing his scared pulsating up and down with each breath. He just cries into my chest. We wait like this for what seems like hours until the sirens can be heard, coming to take him away.
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[sighs] I guess it's easy to say I was feeling a little depressed when I wrote this... mneh.
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