Stolen by Miroko-chan.
Hi out there! This is Miroko-chan (achh, call me Miri-sama!) and this is my first fic, it's called Stolen, and is based on the Song 'Stole' by Kelly Rowland, it has depression amongst my fave characters; Van, Fiona, Thomas, Irvine, Moonbay, Raven and some others. I know I will get flamed alot, but its MY fic and I choose HOW, WHAT, and WHERE.
Thomas stared blankly out the window towards the Blade Liger as Van and Fiona went out on their date. 'Why couldn't it have been him?' he wondered, feeling his heart slowly crumbling into dust, 'what does he have that I dont?' His whole afternoon indoors was terrible, he was sitting in his 'bedroom' staring out the window into the gray, rainy sky. He had just bid his DiBison goodbye, because its Zoid core was damaged beyond repair, and the gloom of his life was upon him. Sure, he couldn't complain about his life, but he felt that it wasn't worth living anymore. Anyone who had first heard about him would've been really glad to meet him, but after that they seem to disappear into the shadows. He was a nice package, early 20s, college degree in computing, Guardian Force member for the Imperial Army, has world's first man-made organoid 'Beek' generally all round smart, nice guy. But something was missing in his life, he thought at first if he could achieve a nice decent life it would go away, but now he knew it was no empty space, it was all out depression. This depression had been with him since childhood. His brother, who he respects very much, Colonel Karl Lichen Schubaltz, had always been the favoured son in the Schubaltz family, and to others, he was just a second, a thing that only was there for the sake of existence, a lingering ghost who nobody could see or hear, and continued all the way to adulthood. Even now, it is still happening to him. 'Why me?' he thought miserably.
A long time ago, he believed in self motivation, and was practically an impenetrable fortress in his will, but over the years his emotional health took a tumble, he was only known in the Guardian Force for one thing, Beek, due to this he slowly dwindled into the darkness that was depression, the light of happiness and joy diminishing in his sorrow-filled eyes, his fortress walls coming crashing down at his knees. He was quiet, for he knew if he bore his heart and soul, that would be the end of him. Rising slowly from his chair to get another glass of whisky, he waltzed over to the liquor stall of the base and took another bottle from the rack, poured it into his glass and sat down again. He sighed heavily. The only light in his darkness was his whisky, for it was sweet in his world full of bitter, his only friend, sure, he had Van, Fiona and the rest, but whisky he could truly be happy with, it made all his troubles and sorrows dissolve, leaving him in a temporary state of bliss. He knew this wasn't good, but it was his savior.
He thought that he would be stuck in this cesspool of despair and sorrow until his dying day, which seemed a long time from now, as he was only in his early 20s. He took another sip of his whisky as he stared into the storm that was brewing outside, feeling like he was a little thing caught in that storm, whirled around in a constant whirlwind of depression. He suddenly had an idea, 'perfect' he thought to himself as he slowly rose from his chair.
Thomas had gone to the computers room and had just booted up his Imac. He started typing up a letter, address to all his friends. The scary thing was what was in the letter. He had a wild glimmer in his eye, and his language used was unThomasly sweet, it sent a chill up his own spine as he himself read it. He added a remark to it that to him seemed perfect for the upcoming event, 'Love all' he added to the letter. 'Love all, love all,' the words in his head repeated themselves like a chiming pendulum in a clock. He went into Van's 'bedroom' and secretly took his knife, which used to be his Father's, and some simple sedatives, the only reason Van had sedatives was to let him get some sleep when Moonbay and Irvine were lovemaking, the expression on his face twisted with a truly sadistic smile that bore no emotion.
Thomas left Van's room and headed back to his room and out onto the balcony. The sky was still a gloomy, depressing gray, with clouds seeming to protest against what he was going to do. He took out a handful of sedatives and swallowed them with his whisky. Within minutes he had lost all thought, the world swimming before his eyes, the clouds seemed to part to reveal the majestic staircase into Heaven. He took out the knife and admired its cold, silver, sharp blade and, clutching it tightly, letting go of the sickly letter from his hand, shoved it straight into his heart. Pain beyond pain as he ever felt was felt, his strength and will to live leaving him. The world had gone black and seemed to wilt. He looked down and saw that his blood had strewn and covered the balcony floor and was slowly dripping down the sides. 'Goodbye to this cruel world, goodbye to this agony and torture that is no that was my life, goodbye to all the people of the world,' and with his last ounce of life, said 'goodbye Fiona, my only love,' smiled and fell onto his knees before slumping face down onto the cold hard ground. He was dead.
Moonbay had just come back from the shops and opened the door, she shivered, the base suddenly had an eerie, deathly appeal, Moonbay dropped her shopping bags, for she knew something was wrong, for her instinct suddenly picked up the smell of fresh blood. 'Thomas' she spoke. She rushed to his room, it was very creepy, for the aura was depressed and sorrowful, he wasn't there but something caught her eye as the wind ruffled up the balcony door's curtain. Something blood red. 'Oh God, please no,' she prayed, tears starting to leak from her eyes...
She slowly parted the curtain, her heart praying that it wasn't what she thought it would be, but her mind was practically screaming the truth. "Oh no, poor Thomas, no, please no," silent tears falling down her face, her silent weeping became loud cries of sorrow as she saw the fallen man in front of her, the blood still oozing from the knife wound. She screamed, and ran to her Gustav to intercom the others for help, she had just opened the line of communication when Irvine came back from town in his Lightning Saix. "Bloody Furore gang and their darn Helcats," he muttered under his breath when... "Irvine!!!!!!!" cried the voice of his lover Moonbay, "come here quick! I need your help!!" He was taking his time to get to her when he heard her crying and bawling, he started a run towards her Gustav, where she was. The sight in front of his eyes was not one to easily be forgotten, her hands were covered with blood as she clutched a blood-stained letter to her heart. Tears falling down her face as she sank to her knees. "Is something wrong, dear," he asked tenderly. Moonbay handed him the piece of blood stained paper. "Oh my God," came Irvine's reply, some tears from his eyes falling down his face also. They ran to their Zoids and told the others of this sad news, they were all devastated.
The following day, at his funeral, the Zi Media were going crazy, the death of the brother of Colonel Schubaltz was not something to be passed over. "We didn't know he was depressed, he should've said something to us," came Fiona's tearful reply to the reporter, "we thought he was happy." "Yeah, I thought he had everything he wanted, I should've gotten to know him better," said a mournful Van. "I'm so sorry Thomas, I should've spent more time with you," came the replies of the rest. They held an official funeral service for him and this would be the anniversary of the death of the great military man that was Thomas Richard Schubaltz. Perhaps the one who suffered the most was Van. The fact that his most prized possession; his father's knife, now was his sorrow, for it had killed one of his best friends, he could not bear to look at it again so he threw it into the lake he and Fiona drove past that day, losing both his Father and friend in one. His soul wanted to howl like a wolf too but he knew better. His grief beyond tears or howls. Fiona in tears concluded by saying, "Speak your mind."
If only he had said something he would have benefited. This shows you that suicide is not the last choice in life. Bad things do happen and in this case the death could've been avoided if only he had chosen to say something.
I know I will be flamed...
Hi out there! This is Miroko-chan (achh, call me Miri-sama!) and this is my first fic, it's called Stolen, and is based on the Song 'Stole' by Kelly Rowland, it has depression amongst my fave characters; Van, Fiona, Thomas, Irvine, Moonbay, Raven and some others. I know I will get flamed alot, but its MY fic and I choose HOW, WHAT, and WHERE.
Thomas stared blankly out the window towards the Blade Liger as Van and Fiona went out on their date. 'Why couldn't it have been him?' he wondered, feeling his heart slowly crumbling into dust, 'what does he have that I dont?' His whole afternoon indoors was terrible, he was sitting in his 'bedroom' staring out the window into the gray, rainy sky. He had just bid his DiBison goodbye, because its Zoid core was damaged beyond repair, and the gloom of his life was upon him. Sure, he couldn't complain about his life, but he felt that it wasn't worth living anymore. Anyone who had first heard about him would've been really glad to meet him, but after that they seem to disappear into the shadows. He was a nice package, early 20s, college degree in computing, Guardian Force member for the Imperial Army, has world's first man-made organoid 'Beek' generally all round smart, nice guy. But something was missing in his life, he thought at first if he could achieve a nice decent life it would go away, but now he knew it was no empty space, it was all out depression. This depression had been with him since childhood. His brother, who he respects very much, Colonel Karl Lichen Schubaltz, had always been the favoured son in the Schubaltz family, and to others, he was just a second, a thing that only was there for the sake of existence, a lingering ghost who nobody could see or hear, and continued all the way to adulthood. Even now, it is still happening to him. 'Why me?' he thought miserably.
A long time ago, he believed in self motivation, and was practically an impenetrable fortress in his will, but over the years his emotional health took a tumble, he was only known in the Guardian Force for one thing, Beek, due to this he slowly dwindled into the darkness that was depression, the light of happiness and joy diminishing in his sorrow-filled eyes, his fortress walls coming crashing down at his knees. He was quiet, for he knew if he bore his heart and soul, that would be the end of him. Rising slowly from his chair to get another glass of whisky, he waltzed over to the liquor stall of the base and took another bottle from the rack, poured it into his glass and sat down again. He sighed heavily. The only light in his darkness was his whisky, for it was sweet in his world full of bitter, his only friend, sure, he had Van, Fiona and the rest, but whisky he could truly be happy with, it made all his troubles and sorrows dissolve, leaving him in a temporary state of bliss. He knew this wasn't good, but it was his savior.
He thought that he would be stuck in this cesspool of despair and sorrow until his dying day, which seemed a long time from now, as he was only in his early 20s. He took another sip of his whisky as he stared into the storm that was brewing outside, feeling like he was a little thing caught in that storm, whirled around in a constant whirlwind of depression. He suddenly had an idea, 'perfect' he thought to himself as he slowly rose from his chair.
Thomas had gone to the computers room and had just booted up his Imac. He started typing up a letter, address to all his friends. The scary thing was what was in the letter. He had a wild glimmer in his eye, and his language used was unThomasly sweet, it sent a chill up his own spine as he himself read it. He added a remark to it that to him seemed perfect for the upcoming event, 'Love all' he added to the letter. 'Love all, love all,' the words in his head repeated themselves like a chiming pendulum in a clock. He went into Van's 'bedroom' and secretly took his knife, which used to be his Father's, and some simple sedatives, the only reason Van had sedatives was to let him get some sleep when Moonbay and Irvine were lovemaking, the expression on his face twisted with a truly sadistic smile that bore no emotion.
Thomas left Van's room and headed back to his room and out onto the balcony. The sky was still a gloomy, depressing gray, with clouds seeming to protest against what he was going to do. He took out a handful of sedatives and swallowed them with his whisky. Within minutes he had lost all thought, the world swimming before his eyes, the clouds seemed to part to reveal the majestic staircase into Heaven. He took out the knife and admired its cold, silver, sharp blade and, clutching it tightly, letting go of the sickly letter from his hand, shoved it straight into his heart. Pain beyond pain as he ever felt was felt, his strength and will to live leaving him. The world had gone black and seemed to wilt. He looked down and saw that his blood had strewn and covered the balcony floor and was slowly dripping down the sides. 'Goodbye to this cruel world, goodbye to this agony and torture that is no that was my life, goodbye to all the people of the world,' and with his last ounce of life, said 'goodbye Fiona, my only love,' smiled and fell onto his knees before slumping face down onto the cold hard ground. He was dead.
Moonbay had just come back from the shops and opened the door, she shivered, the base suddenly had an eerie, deathly appeal, Moonbay dropped her shopping bags, for she knew something was wrong, for her instinct suddenly picked up the smell of fresh blood. 'Thomas' she spoke. She rushed to his room, it was very creepy, for the aura was depressed and sorrowful, he wasn't there but something caught her eye as the wind ruffled up the balcony door's curtain. Something blood red. 'Oh God, please no,' she prayed, tears starting to leak from her eyes...
She slowly parted the curtain, her heart praying that it wasn't what she thought it would be, but her mind was practically screaming the truth. "Oh no, poor Thomas, no, please no," silent tears falling down her face, her silent weeping became loud cries of sorrow as she saw the fallen man in front of her, the blood still oozing from the knife wound. She screamed, and ran to her Gustav to intercom the others for help, she had just opened the line of communication when Irvine came back from town in his Lightning Saix. "Bloody Furore gang and their darn Helcats," he muttered under his breath when... "Irvine!!!!!!!" cried the voice of his lover Moonbay, "come here quick! I need your help!!" He was taking his time to get to her when he heard her crying and bawling, he started a run towards her Gustav, where she was. The sight in front of his eyes was not one to easily be forgotten, her hands were covered with blood as she clutched a blood-stained letter to her heart. Tears falling down her face as she sank to her knees. "Is something wrong, dear," he asked tenderly. Moonbay handed him the piece of blood stained paper. "Oh my God," came Irvine's reply, some tears from his eyes falling down his face also. They ran to their Zoids and told the others of this sad news, they were all devastated.
The following day, at his funeral, the Zi Media were going crazy, the death of the brother of Colonel Schubaltz was not something to be passed over. "We didn't know he was depressed, he should've said something to us," came Fiona's tearful reply to the reporter, "we thought he was happy." "Yeah, I thought he had everything he wanted, I should've gotten to know him better," said a mournful Van. "I'm so sorry Thomas, I should've spent more time with you," came the replies of the rest. They held an official funeral service for him and this would be the anniversary of the death of the great military man that was Thomas Richard Schubaltz. Perhaps the one who suffered the most was Van. The fact that his most prized possession; his father's knife, now was his sorrow, for it had killed one of his best friends, he could not bear to look at it again so he threw it into the lake he and Fiona drove past that day, losing both his Father and friend in one. His soul wanted to howl like a wolf too but he knew better. His grief beyond tears or howls. Fiona in tears concluded by saying, "Speak your mind."
If only he had said something he would have benefited. This shows you that suicide is not the last choice in life. Bad things do happen and in this case the death could've been avoided if only he had chosen to say something.
I know I will be flamed...