Ok, I had a few requests from darrenshanfan to do Shizuki serenity , Mai, Grampa, Honda Tristan and Otaaji Duke . Therefore, this story shall once again continue and end, unless there are any more suggestions? Thanks ! I haven't had inspiration for anything for the longest time. And also I use the names on and off. XP
Disclaimer: Whaddya think? I can't even buy the manga and/or dvds. XP
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A Cut
Serenity/Shizuki
"Oh Joey", she thought sadly, and burst into tears once more. Her older brother and best friend, the one she absolutely adored was no longer with her on this earth. He had protected her one day and was overpowered by some other thugs who knocked her into a coma for 6 months, causing him to commit suicide just as she woke up. Her wonderful, adoring brother committed suicide because he thought he had failed her. No, it was the other way around. She failed him. She was not there when he needed her the most. Hot tears ran down her cheeks. She had failed him, the one she loved more than any other. "Oh big brother!" She wept wretchedly. She couldn't live without him. Ever since she was separated from him when they were young, she always dreamt of living together with him for forever. Now that his life was tragically cut short, this dream was no longer possible, except…maybe…it was.
Serenity rose from her brother's bed, where she had been grieving over his death. She though perhaps she could become closer to him if she were surrounded in his possessions. Instead, it made her miss him more, if that were possible. But now, she came to a conclusion. She could not be happy without him; therefore she would join him in death. She smiled happily at this thought. She would be reunited with Joey!
As she stepped into the bathroom, she wrinkled her nose in disgust, then began to cry again. This awfully small and dingy room, was where Joey lived the last few seconds of his life, all alone and in pain. Wiping her tears away, she thought of Joey, and felt strengthened by his memory. Taking the same knife he used, which she snuck away with the night he died, she slowly slit her wrist, taking care to cut nice and deep. The pain though, was more than she could bare, and she stopped. "Joey…" she sobbed heartbrokenly. With new frustration because of her helplessness, she angrily stabbed her wrist, and gasped at the pain. However, now there was a large open wound, which would surely be fatal. If not…. Serenity rushed to the medicine cabinet and shoved a bunch of random painkillers in her mouth. If the blood loss didn't kill her, the medicine would. Besides, she couldn't handle all the pain anymore. She quickly rinsed her arms for all the blood was nauseating her. Staring at the sink as if entranced, in her mind she heard a poem:
A cut drips red blood into the sink.
Mix it with fresh running water…..
and you have a pretty pale hue of pink.
Almost dreamily, she stared at the sink, blood, and water. She realized she had to be absolutely crazy to be thinking of poems at her death, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the teen who was casually leaning against the wall in the bathroom. How could she mistake that ruly blond hair and that funny grin? Unsteadily, she made her way across the room, and launched herself in his arms.
"JOEY!"
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-.- I take forever to update, don't i? I'll try harder! >o Please read and review. Thanx! And don't be afraid to flame/critisize! My lang. arts teacher did that already... >. anyway, i'm rambling, so see you soon! (hopefully). I need to get off my lazy arase and type! >.
