Chapter Six: Ghost of You
Comments: Yay! You're probably wondering why I'm so happy. Well, it's because I'm finally finished with Plato's Law. I told my mom and she went out and bought me Cherry Tootsie Pops (which just so happens to be my favorite candy). I think she was just relieved it was over; I tend to get quite moody when I have writer's blocks or when I wake up in the morning or when my door is open (OCD thing). -smiles- Enjoy chapter six!
Mood Song: You Run by Sumersed
Disclaimer: Do not own FMA but I do own the sucker I am currently devouring!!
I was at my wits end. No matter what I did, I couldn't kill myself. The gun jammed, the noose snapped in half, and the knife was too dull to cut paper.
I was seriously considering just bashing myself in the head with the blunt end of the gun.
I stumbled into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. My eyes fell on a bottle of aspirin. Perfect. Unscrewing the lid, I dumped half the bottle in my mouth and washed it down with water from the sink.
This time the feeling is different.
Instead of that floating heaven, a burning sensation spread through my body. Gasping, I fall, knocking my head on the edge of the sink. I am lying on the bathroom floor, blood gushing from my forehead and the burning sensation in my body growing. It hurts so bad.
The pain. The blood is in my eyes. I can't see.
Breathing is becoming difficult; the fire has reached my throat. I try to scream but nothing comes out. My god, I'm mute! I claw at my throat, my nails drawing blood…
I bolt upright in my bed, gasping hard. My hand flutters at my neck, there's no blood. It's kind of disturbing when you think about it.
Dreams aren't supposed to feel that real.
Author's Notes: Hah. You probably thought he was dying. Again. I don't plan on killing Roy. He still has to fall in love with Edward.
Mask of Mirage