I wrote a rather dark , angsty, story with rape , shounen-ai , gore, and mature themes so I cut down one of the chapters and tuned it down. I never thought I had the nerve to write it well I did and 'translated it' this came out rather boring…enjoy and review if you please it's not like anyone will and don't worry I am used to it ,
-Coppelia
p.s: and by the way I do not own beyblade or any of the characters
I can feel
the hot water running down my pale skin; I sigh and lean against one of the
marble walls in the old bathroom. It's amazing how your life can take a 360 turn
in a matter of hours, heck in a matter of minutes. I can feel how the water
penetrates my pores and goes inside my skin it feels good to be here all by
myself. With my faith forgotten and my hope lost there is no where left to go
with no one at all… I can't keep them from falling anymore I close my icy blue
eyes and the transparent liquid pours down strolling down my cheek only to join
the water that is below my feet. I can feel my breath unsteady and it's becoming
harder for me to inhale any air at all; I hear a faint knock in the old wooden
door; it must be my imagination no one would come to me not after what I've
done… who would want to come to me ? I have made a decision in the middle of all
this chaos maybe drastic but this is the only way out there is no turning back.
I smile sinisterly and clutch the sharp object in my left hand when the knock is
heard again and this time it's accompanied by a voice… the one I wanted to hear
so bad but at the same time forget " I know you are in there…open up" I hear it
call to me but I refuse to acknowledge my presence to the familiar voice and
instead make sure the water's temperatures rises even higher. I look at the door
between bloody curtains that stand in my way and I could swear I see him banging
his knuckles against the old wooden door, the same one that protected me from
the outside world and the same one that protects me from him…. so I mutter a
"thank you" under my breath as if the door could understand.
I return my gaze upon my wrist and then the sharp object…. it all seems so easy
but soon I realize it is not; those who have dared to take their lives had a lot
of courage but I know I have it in me and that is not what keeps me from taking
the final step there is something else , something inside me. Perhaps I expect
for someone to save me ? for someone to break the wooden door and race inside ,
someone to hold me and tell me that everything will be alright and that past is
past and that I should stop looking back… I laugh out loud but it is the laugh
of a mad man. "open this door right now! Don't make me knock it down and by your
own sake you know I will!" there it is again; threatening me but it does not
surprise me at all it's all it ever did, the owner of such a charming and
emotionless voice only ordered me to do things as if I were some kind of toy,
his toy, but not just any toy something deeper and beyond the countless intimate
encounters we had. I thought I sensed something different in him something
beyond looks and his way of thinking as if he cared for me for who I was not by
how I looked but I was wrong; I tend to be wrong in these situations. That is
why I made this choice to take my life, to end it , to end this misery so I
can't be anyone's sex toy anymore. But I also see that by doing this I will let
them win, they will be triumphant and I will lose like I normally do. I am
guessing that is what kept me from doing this before! I denied to do fall I
denied to let them win ! all I wanted was to win a single battle against them
but the chance never came and when I met him… the boy that is knocking the door
so impatiently I thought things would be different that they would change…but I
should stop ranting now after all I am only repeating myself. So this is it I
hold the blade to my wrist and smile a faint flashback of my life returns to me
and It is truly faint for only the good memories come to me which is practically
none… centimeters before the blade reached my pale skin I hear my loyal
guardian tremble and get knocked down. Had he really gone past the wooden door?
He would not … it's not that he does not have the strength but he just does not
care enough for me to do so. I must be imagining things yet again so screwing
the illusion I push the blade and I can feel a tingle in my wrist just then my
vision goes blurry and I press harder drawing more of the precious coppery
liquid into the marble floor "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" I hear a male voice call at me but
it's so distant I can't hear it anymore… "why? Was it because of me?" I hear it
call faintly. I fall flat to the floor but something catches me before hitting
the bloody floor ~ why can't they just let it be? This is how it's supposed to
be~ "Yuriy-koi………" I hear the voice say but it's too far away now and I can see
a red flame waiting for me I close my icy blue eyes and I can feel my heart's
beat minimize and then before I completely leave I see him..his face and a hand
he is holding a hand out to me. He is smiling and his violet bangs are in the
way; he pushes them away and I can see into his pale grey orbs the same I
longed and loved for so many days and nights the same ones I cried my eyes out
for…….