Post by .magnarock. on Jan 29, 2007 18:02:03 GMT
Sei looked up at the clock above the fireplace, 3:03 a.m. No one would be awake at this time, he was sure.
He sighed and looked into the fire deeply, flames began to shimmer with red, purple and blue hues. It was dark outside, and dark inside, the dancing fire the only scource of light in the room.
Sei pulled the long sleeves of the black jumper he wore to bed up further so they covered his hands. He handt bothered changing out of his jeans before going to bed, they were so loose now it was like he was wearing pjamas anyway.
He just wanted to end it, he hated himself for thinking so horribly. But he couldnt help it, sometimes he just got like that, just so, hopeless and depressed. So few things to want to live for, barely a handful. He ran through them in his head over and over again, this short chain of hope, stuck on replay was the only thing stopping him from using the sharp chunk of glass he'd found whilst lying on the floor to end the pain and hurt he felt with each breath he took. He held in his hand, simply looking at it, seing glows of red reflecting from its smooth edges, and little lines of red where the edges sharpened into a point.
He sighed and turned it over in his hands, running his thumb over the point he'd use. He felt a sharp prick of pain as he cut his thumb by accident, he bit his lip as a small trickle of crimson trailed down his finger. He wiped it off with a tissue from the box he'd been using a few miutes ago to help controll the small rivers flooding his cheeks. Now all that remained was half dried, shining lines and red rings around his eyes.
He sighed and looked into the fire deeply, flames began to shimmer with red, purple and blue hues. It was dark outside, and dark inside, the dancing fire the only scource of light in the room.
Sei pulled the long sleeves of the black jumper he wore to bed up further so they covered his hands. He handt bothered changing out of his jeans before going to bed, they were so loose now it was like he was wearing pjamas anyway.
He just wanted to end it, he hated himself for thinking so horribly. But he couldnt help it, sometimes he just got like that, just so, hopeless and depressed. So few things to want to live for, barely a handful. He ran through them in his head over and over again, this short chain of hope, stuck on replay was the only thing stopping him from using the sharp chunk of glass he'd found whilst lying on the floor to end the pain and hurt he felt with each breath he took. He held in his hand, simply looking at it, seing glows of red reflecting from its smooth edges, and little lines of red where the edges sharpened into a point.
He sighed and turned it over in his hands, running his thumb over the point he'd use. He felt a sharp prick of pain as he cut his thumb by accident, he bit his lip as a small trickle of crimson trailed down his finger. He wiped it off with a tissue from the box he'd been using a few miutes ago to help controll the small rivers flooding his cheeks. Now all that remained was half dried, shining lines and red rings around his eyes.
