A/N- Oi, this has been re-uploaded because of random deletion of my old
account. This was also the story that Heather felt like laughing at. I took
that as a challenge. If you want the answer to the challenge, then go read
Broken Heart. Dark Rowen angst ahead. If you don't like it then...turn on a
light or something...
Disclaimer- I do not own anything pertaining to the Ronin Warriors. Some one else owns them, but I'm feeling too lazy to look it up. So there. *Sticks out tongue.*
Kamikaze Raindrops
Darkside Omega
Rowen's P.O.V.
I love the rain. The people to say I'm crazy, but I still love the rain. Maybe even more than Cye. The rain makes me think.
In my room, I watch the tiny little droplets of water splash against my window, avoiding hitting the hard ground far below.
Kamikaze Raindrops.
Each droplet started high up in the clouds, maybe even up in the Stratosphere. And then they fell. Sometimes as liquid, sometimes as glittering pellets of ice. The same as it did when I was little...
A has a painful childhood. My father was an okay guy when he wasn't drinking. The problem was that he was always drinking. He used to come home every night drunk. Every time he got drunk, I got beaten. Strangely enough, it took the school three whole years to notice side effects of his anger. Shows how much they cared about my health...
Almost as much as a Kamikaze Raindrop.
But the extensive mass collection of cuts and scars that marred my pale skin wasn't entirely due to my father. Some of them were self-inflicted. I think it was to make myself feel real. Depersonalization, they call it. It's when a person reaches a level were only pain can remind them that they are alive and living real world. Or something like that.
Mom was the complete opposite of dad. She used to ignore me I don't think I even existed for her. She was too caught up with her own non-existent social life and doing drugs to notice me. I almost wished that she would beat me too. But for her to hate me that much, she would have to care...
Well she didn't, did she.
And it was then that I began my love of rain. I would stare for hours out the window in my room, just watching the rain. When the weather turned cool and the sun was banished behind the gray clouds, I would smile when I spotted the Kamikaze Raindrops killing themselves against my window.
My life at school wasn't much better than my home life. Sure, I didn't get beaten, but that was about all. I was smart. Not just smart, I was a genius. I forgot what it was then, but my IQ is 250 now. The kids all assumed I thought I was too good for them. A was an outcast. He perpetual loner. Even the teachers didn't like me because of the fact that I already knew all they had to teach.
I tried to get help once. It's hard for someone to help you if they themselves couldn't care less about your fate.
I thought before of copying the raindrops' actions. I've had dreams about pulling one of those with smooth steel kitchen knives over my wrists, letting the pain of memories run out with crimson of my blood...
Setting it free...
Setting myself free...
Like a Kamikaze Raindrop.
All Kamikaze Raindrops have to crash sometime...
~Owari~
A/N- ...That was...dark, even for me...Review, please. Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes you may have had to endure. I re-uploaded this thing, so there shouldn't be any... By the way...this is a one-shot. No sequel. Unless, that is one of my friends manages to convince me...
Disclaimer- I do not own anything pertaining to the Ronin Warriors. Some one else owns them, but I'm feeling too lazy to look it up. So there. *Sticks out tongue.*
Kamikaze Raindrops
Darkside Omega
Rowen's P.O.V.
I love the rain. The people to say I'm crazy, but I still love the rain. Maybe even more than Cye. The rain makes me think.
In my room, I watch the tiny little droplets of water splash against my window, avoiding hitting the hard ground far below.
Kamikaze Raindrops.
Each droplet started high up in the clouds, maybe even up in the Stratosphere. And then they fell. Sometimes as liquid, sometimes as glittering pellets of ice. The same as it did when I was little...
A has a painful childhood. My father was an okay guy when he wasn't drinking. The problem was that he was always drinking. He used to come home every night drunk. Every time he got drunk, I got beaten. Strangely enough, it took the school three whole years to notice side effects of his anger. Shows how much they cared about my health...
Almost as much as a Kamikaze Raindrop.
But the extensive mass collection of cuts and scars that marred my pale skin wasn't entirely due to my father. Some of them were self-inflicted. I think it was to make myself feel real. Depersonalization, they call it. It's when a person reaches a level were only pain can remind them that they are alive and living real world. Or something like that.
Mom was the complete opposite of dad. She used to ignore me I don't think I even existed for her. She was too caught up with her own non-existent social life and doing drugs to notice me. I almost wished that she would beat me too. But for her to hate me that much, she would have to care...
Well she didn't, did she.
And it was then that I began my love of rain. I would stare for hours out the window in my room, just watching the rain. When the weather turned cool and the sun was banished behind the gray clouds, I would smile when I spotted the Kamikaze Raindrops killing themselves against my window.
My life at school wasn't much better than my home life. Sure, I didn't get beaten, but that was about all. I was smart. Not just smart, I was a genius. I forgot what it was then, but my IQ is 250 now. The kids all assumed I thought I was too good for them. A was an outcast. He perpetual loner. Even the teachers didn't like me because of the fact that I already knew all they had to teach.
I tried to get help once. It's hard for someone to help you if they themselves couldn't care less about your fate.
I thought before of copying the raindrops' actions. I've had dreams about pulling one of those with smooth steel kitchen knives over my wrists, letting the pain of memories run out with crimson of my blood...
Setting it free...
Setting myself free...
Like a Kamikaze Raindrop.
All Kamikaze Raindrops have to crash sometime...
~Owari~
A/N- ...That was...dark, even for me...Review, please. Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes you may have had to endure. I re-uploaded this thing, so there shouldn't be any... By the way...this is a one-shot. No sequel. Unless, that is one of my friends manages to convince me...