I'm finally back with another chapter.
Special thanks goes to ghostymangarocker and Jani Rieme for the completion of this chapter. (I always look forward to your reviews and Cucumber Pickles' too!)
Of course, I thank lil'angelgrl and waterlily for their reviews also.
Well, on with the chapter
Ray's POV
It was Christmastime and we were having a little celebration at Tyson's dojo. The BBA Revolution team and their immediate family members were there to celebrate it.
The spirit of the festive season was evident in the dojo. We (with the exception of Kai) were all singing Christmas carols, chatting, laughing, eating, and to sum it up, having fun.
"Guys, I'm going to my dorm." I informed them. Many of them nodded to notify me that they heard what I said.
I went to my temporary room after giving everyone my chronic smile.
Lying face down on my temporary bed, my eyelids flutter shut.
All the unhappy memories came flooding back, those of being alone, those of not fitting in with the others, those of being bullied.
Buckets of tears flowed out uncontrollably. When I saw everyone so happy, so joyful, so lighthearted (excluding Kai) with their families, I felt out of place.
I didn't dare to tell anyone; it was I who always supported the team and I did not want the others to get worried.
Kai, well, is also a support of the team and doesn't need my support but I doubt he would hear me out.
As I am submersed deeper and deeper in my nightmare, I feel the whole world is closing in and there is no way out.
I took out a knife from my bag and sat up. Time to end it all.
I slid the sharp blade across my wrist. It felt really nice.
I made a deeper cut at the same place. Blood gushed out incessantly from the newly made wound.
Feeling satisfied, I moved on to the other wrist.
The blade easily cut my tender skin. Out came a particular crimson red liquid, flowing out faster than the water of the Niagara falls makes its way down to the lake below.
"Ray…why didn't you turn on the lights?"
Tyson!
He startled me and before he could turn the lights on, I wiped my tears away and tried to wipe the blood away while finding someway to hide my wrists, my wonted smile in place again.
"I just preferred the dark I guess. I'm a cat after all." I forced a laugh.
By now, Tyson had turned the lights on.
He stared at me, his glance turning from the blade in my hand, my slit wrists and my face.
His jaw dropped to the ground and he stood there for a minute, not making a sound nor moving.
After that, he hastily ran down.
I heard him ask Kai to come up and he said something about an emergency and me.
Kai said something about calling the ambulance.
A blithe smile replaced the accustomed one.
Somebody does care after all.
But I do not want to be hurt again, to feel lost again.
I've made my choice and I won't turn back.
I'm starting to feel a little dizzy from blood loss.
Kai is coming through the door now, his trademark scarf trailing behind him as he runs towards me.
He rips his scarf into two as soon as he gets it off his neck.
He tries to wrap the cloth around my lower arms to stop the blood from flowing.
I struggle and try to prevent him from doing so but he is far too strong and very soon, he has the two pieces of cloth tied firmly to my arms.
He holds my hands tightly, disallowing me from undoing the cloth that kept me from death.
He picked me up, bridal style and carried me down.
I heard some siren sound and the last thing I saw was red and blue lights before everything went pitch dark.
I opened my eyes and sat up groggily.
Where am I?
Seeing the white walls, I came to the realisation that I was in a hospital.
I just noticed that everyone who was at that party was here and that the atmosphere was very tense.
All eyes were on me.
I hung my head, finding the tiles exceptionally interesting.
"Ray, are you alright?" Max broke the silence.
I didn't make any effort to reply.
"Why did you do that?" Tyson asked, harshly.
I raised a brow at the adults in the room.
Seeing what I meant, they told their relatives and Daichi to leave us.
"Spill." Kai ordered.
I took in a deep breath. Let's just hope they can accept what I'm about to say.
"All of you know that I lost my parents when I was young. Most of you know how it feels. The loneliness, the helplessness. I came out here into the vastly populated world not just to improve my beyblading skills like I had explained but also to find comfort for my wounded soul.
Mr. Dickenson took me in but he couldn't give me what I had been searching for.
Then, I was teamed up with you guys. I found life even more unbearable. I coveted a pillar of strength and ended up being what I needed.
I just couldn't take it anymore and decided to do this." I sighed. My tears were coming down like rain, unstoppable, inevitable. I have finally broken down.
