Forsaken Suicidal
Written by Kiyama
(AtemuxOC) I know many are tired of a character with an OC. And I know I've read enough to be sick of self inserts. This is no self insert. In fact it's a remake of my previous work called, 'Am I Forsaken?' and reading over it made me realize how much you grow and how stupid you are. I promise that this remake will be like and not like the original. But then again, I don't even expect many to read this.
When we lose hope, we can give up. We don't want to deal with the pain any longer. Most of us would rather give up we would want a way out – do what ever necessary. But a light can shine from just about anywhere.
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Standing on the bridge, looking at the waves below; one person stood. Swallowing one last time and trying not to be scared, hoping it wouldn't hurt. To only be reminded how much life really hurt them. You know what some say, you life flashes right before your eyes on the bridge of death; that's where she stood. Her whimpers escaping with a breath and she shut her eyes tight pumping her legs for a leap into her watery coffin.
"Do you really want to do that?"
Eyes shot open, landing on a figure standing just behind her.
"I mean it's not all that messy but it's one hell of a way to die." He spoke, a bit of sarcasm flowing in.
His smile revealed fangs, making her jump and chills slowly running up her spine. Only a superstition; only one mention came to her ears and now to her mind. She felt petrified. But she stepped back, a notion to get away. The ground no longer there for her to step upon, she slipped and fell. Her head in a daze, ready to die. Yet once she lost her consciousness she never felt the cold water soak her body, she felt something so soft yet strong at the same time.
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A grunt of agony, a hand placed over her neck. The pain throbbed from under her palm. Pulling it into view, crimson stained and dripped down, falling off ever so delicately.
"What on earth…?" A disgusted tone in her voice. She strained her body, sitting up from a horizontal position. Her body shivered with much of her bare skin free from clothing. Thin straps hung down, nearly around her elbows, with her top tightly around her bosom and stomach while her skirt with shredded ends, ripped up so high it only covered to mid-thigh.
A cold breeze ran over her body, goose pimples appearing over her skin. She turned around, seeing the open villa windowed doors. Letting in all of the night breeze and ruffling the rich dark red curtains hung upon them. Looking around the very small room, the walls were entirely white but the curtains were such a dark red, little furniture filled the room.
She sat on a crookedly placed bed which was located by a circular corner table with a phone sitting on it. A red light blinked repeatedly next to the 'New Message' button. Wrapping the free blanket on the bed around her body she stood up, taking a step upon the cold wooden floor. Staring, looking at the light flash on and off, the curiosity killing her.
Lifting her finger, she reached for the 'Play' button but hesitated for a moment. It wasn't hers to neither touch nor hear. Curiosity did win her mind over when she pushed the button hearing a loud beep.
"You have one new message."
"Hey Atemu. It's Anzu. I know that we really hit it off the other night and I was just wondering if you ever want to go out and take a bite." She giggled, her voice very preppy and that of a school girl. "Well, call me!" She exclaimed before a click could be heard.
"End of message."
Standing back, worrying of her actions, she began to regret them. A sigh suddenly came from behind her. She turned.
"I was so hoping she wouldn't call me." Atemu said, as he walked in from the balcony, scratching the back on his head. Her body froze; her eyes fixed on him as fear sharply came over her. Suddenly, her neck throbbed, she hissed as she covered her bloody wound with her right hand and fell to her knees. She began to feel lightheaded and her body fell over the bed.
"What did you… do… to-"
Her eyes closed again.
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"Tokuhana."
She heard her name. Faint at first but slowly, with each time said, became louder.
"Tokuhana."
She opened her eyes, feeling the warmth smothering her head. A hand warmed her cheek as it lay on her face. She looked up to see Atemu, the one who stopped her voluntary death. Scared she was but much more comfortable then scared.
"Ah, finally you're awake. You were beginning to worry me." He said with a small smile on his handsome face.
What Tokuhana notice the most was his deep crimson eyes, a blood-like red. Her breathing was shallow as she slowly regained her consciousness. Her neck hurt the most dreadful pain but she was much too weak to move. Moving may make it hurt even worse.
"Why… does-"
"It hurt? I'm very sorry about that but I was really hungry and it was either you or Anzu. To be honest, I'd rather bite you over her. I wouldn't bite her to even rid myself of immortality." He laughed nervously. Tokuhana stared at him, a loss of words on the tip of her tongue.
He was a vampire. There was absolutely no way around it.
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