Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not a Goddamn thing. (pouts)
A/N This is my first fic so,... Yeah plz keep that in mind. This hints at slash, so if you don't like that sorta thing, tough, don't read it. OK? (
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18th August
Dear,...Someone,
The stars are shining bright tonight. They're shimmering, flickering, but still shining bright. When I was a kid I would look at them all night long, slowly dancing across the blackness, and find a reason to keep going through all the blood and pain and sadness. Through the dark. Through the storm. And then the blackness would be chased away and filled with light and colour and hope, and I'd know it was a good reason. My reason.
She was my reason. She danced like the stars, slowly, gracefully, constantly. Even when I couldn't see her I knew she was still going, forever and ever and ever. A beacon to guide me through the night.
She stopped dancing yesterday, and all the light and colour and hope went away, and it was filled with blackness. But this time there were no stars to turn to, no beacons guiding me through the dark. Just blackness.
She used to dance like the stars in the heavens, lighting the way for angels to soar gracefully to their radiant abode. But now there's no-one to light the way for them. For her. So I cried, and my tears came down from the blackness and washed away the blood and pain and sadness. And the fear.
And as the pain fell away I saw a light in the gloom that possessed the skies. A torch in the dark. Him. He lights the way. Not for her though. That's my place on this cold, dank, lonely planet. No, he lights the way for me. And now I can see the light and colour and hope come pouring through, and it's my turn to dance.
The stars are shining bright tonight: with light and colour and hope.
And love.
There's only one problem,...
Its not for me.
And with that the boy, barely sixteen, stood. To the eyes of most he was young and ignorant. In their eyes sixteen years was short space of time indeed. But in his eyes, those sixteen years had lasted a lifetime. Too long. He couldn't bear to repeat them again, and again, and again without her. Especially without her.
And so the boy took up the knife. It was over-sized and sharp, the kind the killers use in bad horror movies. The starlight glittered in a thousand reflections along its length, an ironic parody of the letter just written by the long, slender hand which now grasped the smooth handle of the weapon as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Because to him, it was.
Quiet footsteps climbed the stairs, echoing through the hallway as he cautiously lowered himself onto the bed. And in a single movement, quick, clean and precise the knife had pierced his fragile white skin, and sunk deep into his body, searching out the flickering light within.
His final thoughts as the world went black were
Thank God
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The End. See? Fulla crap. Plz r/r, (I need help!!!!!!!!!)
A/N This is my first fic so,... Yeah plz keep that in mind. This hints at slash, so if you don't like that sorta thing, tough, don't read it. OK? (
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18th August
Dear,...Someone,
The stars are shining bright tonight. They're shimmering, flickering, but still shining bright. When I was a kid I would look at them all night long, slowly dancing across the blackness, and find a reason to keep going through all the blood and pain and sadness. Through the dark. Through the storm. And then the blackness would be chased away and filled with light and colour and hope, and I'd know it was a good reason. My reason.
She was my reason. She danced like the stars, slowly, gracefully, constantly. Even when I couldn't see her I knew she was still going, forever and ever and ever. A beacon to guide me through the night.
She stopped dancing yesterday, and all the light and colour and hope went away, and it was filled with blackness. But this time there were no stars to turn to, no beacons guiding me through the dark. Just blackness.
She used to dance like the stars in the heavens, lighting the way for angels to soar gracefully to their radiant abode. But now there's no-one to light the way for them. For her. So I cried, and my tears came down from the blackness and washed away the blood and pain and sadness. And the fear.
And as the pain fell away I saw a light in the gloom that possessed the skies. A torch in the dark. Him. He lights the way. Not for her though. That's my place on this cold, dank, lonely planet. No, he lights the way for me. And now I can see the light and colour and hope come pouring through, and it's my turn to dance.
The stars are shining bright tonight: with light and colour and hope.
And love.
There's only one problem,...
Its not for me.
And with that the boy, barely sixteen, stood. To the eyes of most he was young and ignorant. In their eyes sixteen years was short space of time indeed. But in his eyes, those sixteen years had lasted a lifetime. Too long. He couldn't bear to repeat them again, and again, and again without her. Especially without her.
And so the boy took up the knife. It was over-sized and sharp, the kind the killers use in bad horror movies. The starlight glittered in a thousand reflections along its length, an ironic parody of the letter just written by the long, slender hand which now grasped the smooth handle of the weapon as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Because to him, it was.
Quiet footsteps climbed the stairs, echoing through the hallway as he cautiously lowered himself onto the bed. And in a single movement, quick, clean and precise the knife had pierced his fragile white skin, and sunk deep into his body, searching out the flickering light within.
His final thoughts as the world went black were
Thank God
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The End. See? Fulla crap. Plz r/r, (I need help!!!!!!!!!)
