Here I Lie, Broken-Hearted
A fic by Sailor Sagittarius
Disclaimer: Standard. Don't own 'em, never will. Excuse me while I go cry.
A.N.-ok guys, here it is! MY VERY FIRST FICCY! (yay) Like it, hate it, love it, wanna marry it, wanna scrape out your eyeballs just so u wont hafta read anything so terrible ever again? Leave a review or send me an email! Llamaalert hotmail.com thanx! Anyway, on with the story!
Here I lie, broken-hearted. Cold and lifeless, but somewhere I can still feel the pain. The pain like a thousand bullets, hitting my flesh at once. The pain like a thousand tiny daggers, never ceasing to stab. The pain of that sight, far worse than the pain of death. Death, in comparison, was a happy ending. But there are no happy endings. My life once seemed like a fairy tale, but all good things must end. I should have learned that back on the moon. I should have learned my lesson during the Silver Millennium. Hot tears streamed down my face. They would still be streaming, but I can no longer cry. I am dead. After death, everything is supposed to be happy. We are supposed to go to a nice place, where there isn't any pain. It doesn't seem like I made it there. I don't know where I am right now. Everything is white and hazy. I am alone, surrounded only by silence and sorrow. But every now and again I am hit with a flash of a familiar surrounding. It reminds me of my grandmother's funeral. People in a crowded room, crying, tension in the air. On the far side of the room, there is a large black box. Each time I see this picture, I appear to be closer and closer to that box. Finally, I am close enough to peer in. I see my body. My own body, lying perfectly still, with my eyes closed and my arms over my chest. The image goes away. Hit with another, this time my arm has been turned over. A sick kind of happiness momentarily replaces the feeling of sadness and pain, as I see the deep fatal scar on my wrist. As this image fades, I am introduced to flashes of a new scene. This one is far more familiar. I see myself, only a week prior, crying in my room. There is a knife in my hand. Sailor Moon may have been strong enough to face it, but I am not. And now Sailor Moon is gone forever. I have selfishly ended her existence with my own. I remember this day like it were yesterday. The little voice that had cried out in my head. I didn't need that voice to tell me-I already knew. I was letting Beryl win. I was letting the Scouts down. I was letting Luna down. I was letting my family down. I was letting Queen Serenity down. I was letting the universe down. I didn't care. All I could think about, all I could care about-it consumed me-was seeing my Darien at her will. Fearlessly protecting her with his mighty sword. It was too much. It's all too much. It built up inside me, growing and eating me away. And in one fit of rage, it was all over. One desperate slash to my skin. Blood pouring out, and the last thing I saw was his picture. And all went dark. The pictures stopped. And somewhere, wherever I was, all went dark.