Suicide Endings!
TyKa Sequel to My Suicide! 3 Alt. Endings! Don't read if you didn't want a sequel. 3rd is my fave Bwahaha! ANGST! Written By Out.
Ok, I have three ideas for an ending, all inspired by my reviewers. I wrote :
#1 DEATH! Which is the one I was planning on writing anyways. This one is written...but I hate it...
#2 LIFE! Which is the second ending I was planning on writing ayways, to appease ALL my reviewers. I have not written even a single word of it -cry-
#3 ANGSTIER DEATH! I love this version! It's the one I'm posting now. I was reading my reviews and found that some people didn't chose #1 OR #2! So...yea, here it goes!
Ending Idea #3 - Angstier Death!
"Di-" is a Biology prefix meaning "two" I thought it better than saying "Bi-" for all you freaky minded people...
Hm...this could be a totally different story...all on it's own...There's a bit of one-sided ReiKai at the end too.
This is the one that seemed the most promising. So, here it goes...ahem...
Also written while listening to My Immortal by Evanescence (recommended), and to Frozen by Madonna.
11:58 pm...
He sat on his bed, staring at the ground, but not seeing it. Somewhere...in the depths of his cloudy mind, the phrase 'looking but not seeing' made itself known, but he didn't care for it.
In his mind, he had to wonder...Had that been it? Had he been looking at the other boy's pain...but just hadn't cared enough to actually see it?
Ironic...
He put up walls...to hide his own pain...But the di-blue haired boy had always been able to see past them. It was as if the walls...didn't even exist...whenever he was around, whenever he was involved, whenever he was...there...
'But it seems...his walls were even better than mine...' he thought sadly.
He lifted his head to stare at the ceiling.
Yes...Tyson's walls had been better...thicker...more resilient. He may have even been reaching out for help from behind those walls, but no one saw that...Probably not even Tyson himself.
So he sighed...
He turned to face a picture on his side table. It was of the BladeBreakers after they won their first tournament. Tyson was shining...
He took the picture, framed, into his hands and stared at it. Tears fell from his eyes, landing on the glass that protected the picture. Tyson's face was hit was a tear, but the picture remained vibrant behind the glass.
Then, in a split moment, the glass was shattered against the ground. The frame split, releasing the photo and letting it fall feather-light to the ground. The glass was broken now, slits of it flying across the floor and a few even landing on the bed with Kai himself.
His eyes were still leaking tears, bright and sad. His mind barely registered the pain that now shot up his arm, so he lifted it up to look. A shard of the glass had shot up his arm, thinly cutting it and leaving a trail of deep red blood. The offending object lay next to him now, stained with his blood.
"I don't think he actually thought through what he was doing..."
That's what the doctor had said...after they had failed to save him.
"Hey Kai! Where've you been?"
'I'm sorry Tyson...'
He felt numb...like he wasn't really there anymore...He was only vaguely aware that he had picked the glass up, holding it out over the side of the bed, to drop it in the pile of debris at his feet.
"He slit his wrists in the forest I believe. There's hardly any way he could've gotten out there with bleeding wrists...without someone seeing him." Stupid doctor...
"Kai! Hey Kai! Over here!" Stupid...stupid Tyson...
The bloody piece of glass fell slowly to the ground, and Kai heard no sound as he watched it hit the other broken glass below him.
"I'm sorry we couldn't save him...But he was too far gone by the time you brought him in..."
'That doctor...thinks he knows...everything...'
And the ground was coming up to meet him as his legs gave out. He felt cold, and he didn't know why. His knees and hands landed in the glass, and among experiencing the pain...he wondered when he had stood up in the first place.
He fell back to sit on his legs, and examined his hands. They were cut pretty bad. His eyes didn't even widen when they landed on crisp...wonderfully, or horribly, straight lines on his wrists...cuts...
He'd slit his wrists...
Ironic...isn't it?
His walls were broken by a single...blue haired boy...and then he died...
"Ty...son..." he breathed out, his head raised to the ceiling, arms bent at the elbows so that his wrists were in the air slightly. "F-forgive...me...Please..." he begged, nearly silent, as the silvery tears fell from his eyes.
They cascaded down his cheeks, dripping off and sparkling in the dim light of the room. The once blue-ish carpet now stained a deep red. Fragments of the once beautiful picture frame laid across the floor.
And all of this painted the perfect picture of a deadly distress...a deathly plea...and cry...for help...
He hit the ground as if in slow motion, his pale cheek getting cut on the glass beneath him. He faintly heard a knock at his door, a familiar voice...but he couldn't move anymore.
His eyes clouded over...his breath hitched, holding on for one...last...moment...
And then he was gone, his eyes still open and crying...blood dripping from his wrists and the other cuts he'd accumulated in the past few moments...
The door opened, and the Chinese boy with his long hair in a ponytail, wearing white and red ran in, calling to his captain...but he stopped, seeing as the other boy was already dead.
He fell to his knees, barely missing the glass, and felt himself crying. Two friends...gone...in one day...He spotted the broken photo half under Kai's deceased body.
"You...really loved him...didn't you Kai?" he whispered sadly, more tears falling. "And now I'm alone...because you left me here..." he wrapped his arms around his knees, hiding his face as he continued to cry.
And the clock on the table blinked from 12:00 midnight to 12:01...as Kai's last minute plea came out in his last...withheld breath...And Rei knew he was never any competition...not ever...
"Tyson..."
Out : Done...-pause- Am I evil? -worried look- Ah!