Seeking Shadows.
Disclaimer of Card Captor Sakura
I honestly can't remember anything.
Don't you believe me?
The only things I can see are the walls in front of me.
I'm stuck here for the rest of my life because of the things I've done.
But, what exactly were the things I have done?
The last thing I remember is her face, her smile, her laughter.
I've got bandages on my wrists; why are they there?
I can see my life slowly seeping through the wounds.
That's the feeling, isn't it? The feeling of losing something slowly and drearily.
The bandages reach from my wrists up to the half way point between it and my elbow.
You'd think that my arm had been sliced open.
And maybe it was; and maybe the reason why you're here is because of what you did, you sick fuck!
What is it? What did I do? Why am I here?
A closer look at the bandages tell another story. There is a slightly visible line going down the arm in a straight angle.
Did I do this to myself? What's going on here?
I held the gun within my grasp; clinging onto the trigger and trying not to pull.
I look at my hands and they're caked with blood. A second glance and I see traces of burns.
I still can't remember anything; and whatever I'm trying to remember I don't know.
A vague guess and I think I'm dead; and that I was brought back because I'm secretly in Hell.
Please don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone seeking shadows in the night.
The gun is in my clutch and it's pointed at her chest. It's a threat.
Go, I tell her, Go! But she doesn't hear me. She's staring into my eyes with tears in hers.
I don't want this to keep happening. I keep seeing blood and it's seeping through the wounds.
The blood seeping is slowly reducing my life span. She's still staring.
My arms are covered in blood and I'm backing away slowly.
I'll always love you, she tells me, her hand clinging onto mine and the gun is still about.
The fire is surrounding us and she's screaming; there's no way out and she screams.
She's in agony; I can feel and see it. Her hair is now dissolving in the flames and her skin begins to crisp.
Do it! She screams at me, begging me with those eyes that plea for release.
My arms are still bleeding and the blood continues to seep through.
And there's when it all snaps.
I look at her face; her innocent eyes that reflect only fear and pain. I still have the gun in my hand.
I love you, I tell her, as I pull the gun up until it's aimed fully at her forehead.
She smiles at me, and her eyes close, knowing what's about to happen next.
A gunshot echo, and she's on the ground with blood seeping out of her head.
She still looks beautiful, I think, she's like a bleeding burning angel.
My angel who was once surrounded in flames and is now embodied within Paradise.
And so I lift the gun to my head, right at the temple, where the brain is located.
I pull the trigger, and the last thing I hear is the echo of a second gunshot.
It's sad, really. I've been here as long as I can remember; but then I suddenly woke up with these bandages on my arms.
I can hear someone in the background, ranting on about the funeral of the Kinomoto girl that happened the night before.
Apparently she died in a housefire or something. They found her with a bullet through her head.
You want to know the really dodgy thing about it, though?
Since I've woken up, no one's noticed my existance, and no one acknowledges me.
By the way it seems; you'd think I was dead.