Author: Vapidbreath

Title: Dying With the Life You Give Me

He twirled the smooth, but hard metal between his long, tanned digits. He moved the metal with born skill and grace quickly and swift. It reflected the neatly manicured nails as it passed by each.

He looked down at the blade in bored fascination. Large, lilac eyes were heavy lidded with a look of deep exhaustion. His supple, pink lips curved into a delicate frown of unhappiness.

He was suffocated by the darkness inside of him. This being of taint tormented his mind to a point of insanity. He couldn't scream or beg for mercy. No one would hear his cry. He wouldn't die. He had no place to go.

He would forever go on with this death of merciless life. The scars will never heal and he will carry the mark for each generation. But, this was his release, his freedom. He could wrestle with fate and see if he landed on top.

Malik emerged from his thoughts. He again looked down at his hand to see a thin line of blood trailing delicately across his hand and wrist. While in his moment of thinking he'd miscalculated a movement and dropped the blade. The sharp edge of the metal danced across his hand to leave a beautiful slice of open skin.

He let out a choked sound of a laugh and sob. It seemed even fate had turned her back on him. Or had he wanted the razor to pierce his unique skin? Maybe a part of him wanted to see if someone could hurt him other than his darkness, if he could hurt himself?

Or maybe he wanted something to prove that he was still alive.