Chibi Amo: Here's the second chapter I hope you enjoy! And thanks to Hikari and Evil-Kai-Girl for reviewing :: gives them beyblade plushies:: Heh heh… I know what it's like to be on high Evil-Kai-Girl, and I'm glad you like the song!
Note: The song in this chapter is "By Myself" by Linkin Park. And the plot is about to get a bit more complex.
Guardian Angel
Chapter #2: A Broken Mind, A Shattered Soul
I awoke to white all around me. White walls, white bed covers, everything was pure white. I had to strain my eyes for a little while, but I was soon able to see.
"He's awake!"
"We're you sure to take the dagger away from him?"
"Yes sir, and we found no other weapons on him"
"Good. We cannot risk him taking another attempt at suicide"
My head snapped up at the word "Suicide".
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
"Did you empty his room of all sharp objects?"
"Yes sir"
"Good. You may go Aiko"
A man walked into my room. He looked like a doctor judging by his clothes.
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams?
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
He sat down on a chair next to the bed I was laying on.
"You are Brooklyn Kingston correct?" he asked me.
"Yes" I answered.
"You know why you're here of coarse-" He began going through some papers.
I cut him off "No sir, I don't"
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
He looked at me seriously "This is no time to joke, you're in a bad enough situation as it is"
"I'm not joking sir"
"Tell me Brooklyn, you are aware of the fact suicide is illegal?"
"Yes sir"
"Then that answers your question. You took an attempt to commit suicide, that is why you shall be staying in this asylum for a while-"
"But I didn't try to commit suicide!"
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
The doctor looked at me strangely.
"Then why is there a cut on your wrist?" he asked me.
"It was Boris, he captured me and tried to kill me!"
The doctor seemed to be thinking for a bit, and stood up.
"Could you give me this mans full name?"
"Boris Balcov" I told him.
The doctor left the room, and soon came back with another man.
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
"Aiko, are you sure these results are accurate?"
"Yes sir"
"Good. Brooklyn, the man that you claimed tried to kill you is dead. And has been dead for three weeks now. You were also found with the evidence in your hand, does this look familiar?" The doctor held up the dagger Boris had cut me with, it was still covered in my blood.
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (myself)
"Yes sir" I murmur silently "But I didn't-"
"Brooklyn, listen to me. All evidence heads straight back to you. You shall be staying here, not questions asked" The doctor said to me strictly "I will question you later. Aiko! Please take these papers downstairs and give them to Nami"
"Yes sir" Aiko said taking the papers the doctor had given him, and leaving the room.
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
"Good night Brooklyn" the doctor said leaving.
You come back again. Floating next to the bed, your wings of silvery white spread behind you.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I was believed insane, and suicidal.
You sat down next to me on the bed.
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
I look up. The same wispy black hair, the same glowing pale skin, and the same haunted blue eyes.
Your eyes, the only thing that truly were haunted. Scared, wary, and mindless, as if you had seen too many things you hadn't wanted to see when you were alive.
You had died being only a few months younger then I am now. How does it feel to end your life so suddenly? To have it's essence wiped away from your body?
It's the thought that scares me…
If I
Turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they'll
Take from me 'till everything is gone
You put a hand on my shoulder, as if to calm me about this night events.
"Sleep" comes the whisper of your voice.
You barely ever talk. So I obey.
"Pleasant dreams. Leave the world, and enter your own…" Is the last thing you say before you vanish.
I know you're still in the room. It's comforting to know you believed me you were there when it had happened. But going up to the doctors and telling them that you had seen the whole event would be preposterous. They would think I was insane for sure.
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
By myself (myself)
Or was I insane? Were you just a figment of my imagination? This was the thing I wondered most of all.
Back when I was a child, I wasn't careful enough. So I talked to you freely. Everyone thought this was natural for one so young, they thought you were just an imaginary friend, but they soon grew suspicious hearing the things I talked to you about. Soon afterwards, I became much more careful, and I only spoke to you if I was certain no one else was around.
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
Sleep was beginning to take over me. Everything grew hazy…
So many thoughts were still going though my head, and a question that I had been wondering from the day I had met you.
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
I see you on the other side of the room. You watch me as I begin to fall asleep.
How do you think I've lost so much
I'm so afraid that I'm out of touch
How do you expect... I will know what to do
When all I know Is what you tell me to
I feel the need to ask this question. Why now, why here, I don't know, but I want to ask you.
Don't you know
I can't tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can't seem to convince myself why
I'm stuck on the outside
The moonlight comes out stronger out of the skylight in the room, illuminating you.
Don't you know
I can't tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can't seem to convince myself why
I'm stuck on the outside
I fight against the sleep, I have to know the answer.
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
"Guardian…" I mumble.
You look at me intently.
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
"Who are you…?" Is all that leaves my lips as I'm thrust into sleep.
END
Chibi Amo: Hm… not a bad chappy I guess…
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Ja ne!!!
Closing Quote: Darkness forever consumes, while light forever grants freedom
-Chibi Amo