| Title: Obsession
Feedback: Appreciated very much. E-mail Me Archive: Ask first, I'll say yes. Rating: PG-13, soft R for subject matter. Pairing: Original. Summary: A story about someone who couldn't taken it anymore and made the ultimate decision. Notes: Angst, suicide, death, lost romance...it's all here. Disclaimer: I own everything original in this story. |
Obsession By Alison D/C: I own everything. ~*~*~ I watched as the crimson ribbon slowly trickled down my arm. This is what I was to become. This is how I was to meet my final fate. For a brief second, I have doubts. Her face fills my mind. I have time, and I could stop it, I could live. But then I remember. The beatings. The pain. The blood. No one can save me from this, this life. Not even her. Not even her, the angel I thought could do anything, the one I've held on this long for. Despite the irony of it, I smile. A drop of blood, a part of me, falls onto the wooden floor. My smile widens as I realize it'll leave a stain. A permanent memory of what life really is, of what pain really is, of how far someone can go, how much someone can take. The blood was leaving me fast. But not fast enough. I wanted to leave this world, this world of hurt and pain, as soon as I could. Faster, faster… I take the blade. I sparkles in the moonlight as I slice another cut in my arm. How ironic. The cut is perfect, a perfect red line. Perfect. My life will end soon, and I know it, and all I can think about is a line. I can't even feel the pain anymore. It's melded into my mind. The first cut stops bleeding, so I take my blade, my beautiful blade, and I rip into it. I look on with satisfaction as the blood rushes back down my arm. Faster, faster… I wish she could see me now. See what I've become. I'd like to see her reaction. What would she do? Weep by my side, support me in my decision, or just stand their solemnly? But the words still haunt my mind. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…" My breathing comes in short gasps. I know the end is near. Now, for the last time, I wonder. If I made the right decision. Or if I made a difference. In anyone's life. In hers. The thoughts haunt my mind. "I love you, I love you, I love you…" I love you. FIN |