Holiday
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gravitation. That's all I have to say.
Summery: After Azawa from ASK hires some thugs to beat & rape Shuichi, his thoughts begin to swirl around. Part of the lyrics from Green Day will be seen.
Ch1
Shuichi's P.O.V
I'm here. I'm scared. I'm hated. My Yuki hates me. But I love him. I want him to be happy- even if it's not with me! I'm cut. I'm bruised. I'm dirty. My ass hurts. I'm tired.
I'm here on the ground. I'm here out in the rain. A little kid is looking at me like some freak. Great, now their mom thinks I'm some bum. I'm hurt. I'm bleeding. I'm tiered of life. And like I said before. My Yuki, the man I love, hates me.
I pick up my cell and cal for my friend Hiroshi. My friend answers. My voice crackles a deep throatily raspy sound. He's scared of me. No, let me rephrase that. He's scared for me. I cry, telling him I'm near his crib. He tells me to just come in. I tell him I'm hurt. He'll come.
My body hurts. Not as much as my heart, though. My Yuki hates me. My life is over. I was raped to save his life- his career! I close my eyes until Hiro comes.
Hear the sound of the falling rain.
Coming down like an armigeddon flame.
The shame,
The ones that died without a name.
I beg to dream & differ from the hollow lies.
Is this the dawning of the rest of our lives?
This is our lives on holiday.
I feel like dieing. My heart hurts. I wan my Yuki with me.
"Shuichi!" Hiro cried out.
I'm crying. My pain is too much.
"Why can't we be together?" I asked. "Is it because we're famous? Because we're both guys? This sucks!" I cried, slamming my fist into the pavement.
"It's ok, it's not wrong. No one's wrong."
I needed that. Honestly, I truly needed that. But it was my fault. He was gonna bring us down. Bad Luck and Yuki. He was gonna tell everyone about Eiri and me. I shouldn't have gone to that stupid game show.
I want to tell Hiro what happened, but I couldn't. He's done so much and I truly don't want to bother him to much.
Now I'm gonna close my eyes. My pain will slowly fade into the depths of my mind, and perhaps all of this will be a horrid nightmare. Maybe I'll wake up and see my novelist's beautiful golden eyes staring right back at me. He'll finger my hair out of my face and kiss my forehead. He'll tell me that it was nothing but a silly dream and that could never happen. Yes, I like this reality much better. Don't you?
Well, what do you think? This is just one of my shorter works. I tried turning that entire thing into diferant chapters but it failed horribally. Oh well, please review!