Author's Notes: It's just a drabble, though may expand into a longer fic leading toward this end. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the O.C. In fact, I'm from the U.K, so I've only seen the first seven episodes.
"My pain, your thrill…
Cos you're poison running through my veins…" -: 'Poison', by 'Alice Cooper'
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Poison
By Flick-chan
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It isn't supposed to end like this.
Seth Cohen glances up toward the skylight. Stars are shining down, reflecting on the glass, and bathing his sodden wrist in an angelic arc of heaven.
A slice of paradise illuminates his feeble nature.
Blood snakes down his skin, tainting the flesh that was so pure and untouched mere seconds ago. Now it is battle scarred, cut and bruised for all to see.
He feels ashamed of what he's doing, but he can see no other way. Summer Roberts is having his child - and he's not ready for the responsibility. Not only that, but his parents are fighting, his adopted brother is in a volatile relationship, and the local heavies are hunting him down for drug money.
What is there left to live for?
He's being brave, he tells himself. After all, what other way is there to show chivalry than suicide?
Standing tall, eyes slanted toward the transparent roof, his dilated pupils share the dizzy heights of lust and passion, chasing the continually moving starlight, over hills and buildings that he can never hope to reach the top of.
And so, Seth cradles his dripping arm, weeping softly and trying to stop the red drops of sin turning into crimson tears. He knows he is no angel, that people will not mourn him in the way that he wants. But it's his fault.
Deep down, for all his façade, he knows he's a coward.
That's why he can't look in the mirror that rests in front of him.
End.
