The Pain
Purin-chan: Well...I wrote this fic, then realized it sorta serves as a prequel to Never Thought I'd Miss You. I'm not saying it is, I'm just saying it somewhat follows the same plot line. Whether you'd like to think it is a prequel or not, I'm just going to say it isn't to be safe.
Warning: Suicide. I needn't say any more...
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He
quietly retreated to his room, his face showing immense
depression...pain. He walked over to the drawers and took out an
old wooden box. He broke the latch with an almost effortless
movement of his fingers, then opened it.
Inside were various
knives of sorts, ranging from a rusty small kitchen knife to a
thin silver dagger.
Setting the box down on
his bed, he began to sort them out, placing them in rows. One row
consisted of old, useless knives, another of sharp, well-crafted
knives...
His fingers wrapped
around a small leather handle. Lifting the blade to his wrist, he
ran the sharp metal across his skin...
But alas, the curse
kept him from dying.
He cursed, picked up
another dagger, and made another futile attempt. His stone skin
did not yield to his wishes and simply prevented the weapons from
future use.
There was a loud knock
on the door and a familiar voice called out, "Zel! Can I
talk to you for a minute?"
He didn't answer. He
simply glared coldly at the knives and daggers.
"If you don't open
the door I'll break it down!"
No answer.
"Ok I'm coming
in!" She took a moment to cast a spell, unlocking the door
in the process. She then turned the knob, entering the dark room
and closing the door behind her.
"Zel!" She
started over to the side of his bed. "I swear, if I ever
have to..." She paused mid-sentence, startled at the scene
before her. She quickly took the dagger from Zelgadiss's hand.
"What the hell do you think you're trying to do?!"
"Isn't it
obvious?" He looked into her lively crimson eyes, eyes that
contrasted his lonely cerulean eyes.
"Suicide?"
She saw him nod faintly in the darkness. "You can't be
serious..." she said, throwing the knife to the floor and
putting her hands on his shoulders. "What would the others
think?" she asked.
"I don't care what
they think..." He could feel her shudder slightly.
"Lina... I can't take it anymore. Everyone thinks I'm
some sort of...of...freak of nature. I'm a coward, I have to run
or I'll go insane."
"That's not
true!" she declared, pain evident in her voice. She
hesitated, then leaned forward and embraced him. "Baka...
You're just lying to yourself again..."
His expression
softened. "Lina...don't make this hard on yourself..."
He patted her lightly, unsure of what to do in this situation.
"It's not like you'll lose anything out of this..."
"I'd only lose my
best friend..." she whispered, interrupting him. Her voice
was broken, dishearted. "Please don't kill yourself,
Zel..."
"I'm not making
any promises..."
He felt her stiffen
against him. Hot tears fell onto his cloak.
"Lina...please...I don't want to see you like this..."
"Fine," she
barely managed to say. "But Zel, promise to think it over
before you do anything..." She looked into his eyes, her own
begging. "We do care, you know..."
He nodded, feeling too
disgusted with himself to look at her. He felt her squeeze his
shoulders slightly before leaving the room, closing the door
quietly behind her...
However...
Unfortunately, his
heart had built a barrier around itself...
Lina's words had
cracked it, but not enough had reached through to his aching
heart...
The next morning
Zelgadiss had been found lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
Slashes were found in his stone skin, but not a single knife lay
about...
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Purin-chan: Imagine what
happened to him...perhaps a new spell? Or maybe he just unleashed
supressed power within himself in order to die... You decide.
Anyway, this isn't gonna turn into a chaptered fic (I hope...) so
unless I feel like writing a sequel, there probably won't be one.