"What is the meaning of life?"
Shuichi laid upon a ragged bed in the middle of a broken apartment. The ceiling above him was falling apart, small pieces of cement and tile fell down on the floor. Grungy wallpaper sat upon the walls, peeling and covered with a thick layer of dust. Faint light shown in the room by a small bulb on the ceiling.
"What is the meaning of life?" Shuichi asked himself once more as he closed his eyes in a concentrated thought.
His hand tightened around an object in his small hand. A look of cowardly fear spread across his young face. Memories and questions raced through his childish mind.
"Why live? Why do others care for me? Why am I here? Why.why."
His voice trailed off as he clutched onto the object into his hand harder. His head pounded with the questions and the memories. His eyes opened slowly to stare upon the ceiling that hung in front of his face.
The look of fear vanished from his face, but a look of sadness crossed it. Tears formed in his violet eyes. The dripped slowly from his face to the brown pillow below his had. Pink strands of hair laid messy and wet from the rain that fell upon his head.
"A leak."
Shuichi's attention turned to the water that fell into the room. It was raining outside. The rain was heavy and cold falling down on the earth with really no purpose but to help others or even kill others.
Leaks were formed all over the ceiling water falling upon his pink hair. Tears continued to fall damping the pillow even more as rain and tear met in a union embrace.
The young boy sat up weakly struggling to stay up and keep the object in his hand. The water from his hair fell loosely upon him. Those tears he cried ran swiftly from his eyes to his mouth. The sweet taste of the tears pierced his lips and tongue. A quiet choke came from the boy as he looked at the object in his hand.
Violet eyes gazed from it to the window. Rain fell quietly outside giving a dark feeling to the moon less night. Clouds covered the brilliant skies, taking away the pure beauty of night.
Suddenly, Shuichi fell back upon the pillow once more. His eyes were closed once more tears still streaming from his eyes. He raised the object to his head. A soft gulp came from the boy's throat.
"A gun. K's gun." he muttered as he clicked the safety of the silver object. He bit his lower lip in fear. He wanted this but still he was scared. Death has a way to scare people.
"Everything will be better without me.I.I."
-click-
Shuichi laid upon a ragged bed in the middle of a broken apartment. The ceiling above him was falling apart, small pieces of cement and tile fell down on the floor. Grungy wallpaper sat upon the walls, peeling and covered with a thick layer of dust. Faint light shown in the room by a small bulb on the ceiling.
"What is the meaning of life?" Shuichi asked himself once more as he closed his eyes in a concentrated thought.
His hand tightened around an object in his small hand. A look of cowardly fear spread across his young face. Memories and questions raced through his childish mind.
"Why live? Why do others care for me? Why am I here? Why.why."
His voice trailed off as he clutched onto the object into his hand harder. His head pounded with the questions and the memories. His eyes opened slowly to stare upon the ceiling that hung in front of his face.
The look of fear vanished from his face, but a look of sadness crossed it. Tears formed in his violet eyes. The dripped slowly from his face to the brown pillow below his had. Pink strands of hair laid messy and wet from the rain that fell upon his head.
"A leak."
Shuichi's attention turned to the water that fell into the room. It was raining outside. The rain was heavy and cold falling down on the earth with really no purpose but to help others or even kill others.
Leaks were formed all over the ceiling water falling upon his pink hair. Tears continued to fall damping the pillow even more as rain and tear met in a union embrace.
The young boy sat up weakly struggling to stay up and keep the object in his hand. The water from his hair fell loosely upon him. Those tears he cried ran swiftly from his eyes to his mouth. The sweet taste of the tears pierced his lips and tongue. A quiet choke came from the boy as he looked at the object in his hand.
Violet eyes gazed from it to the window. Rain fell quietly outside giving a dark feeling to the moon less night. Clouds covered the brilliant skies, taking away the pure beauty of night.
Suddenly, Shuichi fell back upon the pillow once more. His eyes were closed once more tears still streaming from his eyes. He raised the object to his head. A soft gulp came from the boy's throat.
"A gun. K's gun." he muttered as he clicked the safety of the silver object. He bit his lower lip in fear. He wanted this but still he was scared. Death has a way to scare people.
"Everything will be better without me.I.I."
-click-