The Blades Retribution
Zaiaku snapped awake, sweating greatly and out of breath. He had awaken from a hellish dream, one he had bin joyfully plagued with for the last few weeks now. He touched his cheek for a moment, feeling the spot where the new girl at his school had kissed him that last time. He pulled his hand away from his cheek and looked at his slashed wrist, bloody and stained with the marks of hundreds of attempts to end his suffering. His sheets were covered in blood, a blood crusted dagger slept beside him. He picked it up and looked it over, he saw a tired, worn face staring back at him, almost inhuman.
Zaiaku thought back to the day he met the new girl, she had his undivided attention from the moment he laid eyes on her. He had asked her out the day he saw her. They had bin dating for almost two months before it happened. She asked him a question that he couldn’t answer or more to the proper term... Wouldn’t tell her. A secret he had hidden from her, one so horrid he didn’t want to mention it, even to himself when he was alone that he regretted every day after.
She had left him because he wouldn’t tell her everything. He knew the result of either telling or the not telling would end up the same in the end.... The weight of losing her was on his shoulder and it was slowing breaking him. They had only bin broke up for about three days but already she had found someone new, that hit him harder then anything ever could. He had started to slash his wrists and arms the day he found out that she was with someone else.
He has cried for the last few days, missing school and telling his mother that he was sick. The truth being he just didn’t want to see the girl. He had no more tears left to cry for her, his heart had become cold and dead, but his love for her burned and was indestructible. He never wanted to lose her but because of his foolish pride and his own actions,...
He shook his head violently, the blood loss making him dizzy and a little sick from the deliciously disgusting metallic smell of his own blood. He propped himself up against the backboard of his bed and stared at the picture next to his bed. He had taken that picture of him and her a week before they broke up and they looked normal, a happy couple. He honestly didn’t understand why she would ask him about something that had never even come up.
He knew in his soul that he couldn’t live without her and he felt like he was being buried alive by the love he felt for her. At this point he could easily compare his love for her to that of a rose, painfully beautiful.
He swung his legs out of bed to stand, getting a good look at the amount of blood he had lost. He stood, his knees and legs shaking, struggling to keep him from falling over, his mind telling him and willing him to move. He took one shaky step then another, pacing the room. Zaiaku noticed a trail of blood leading from the bed and realized that one of his cuts hadn’t healed and was still flowing, He only chuckled at this thinking it as a river to a large stream.
He thought about everything that happened, everything that mattered to him, but he couldn’t see past her image scorched into his mind, taunting him to no end. He wished that when this night was threw, he would either be dead and the memory of her would finally be gone or he was wake...And she would be their to great him and save him from himself. He shakily walked back to his bloody bed, laid down and picked up the dagger. He looked at it and its gleaming surface, coated in blood. Its edge sharp as the day he got it. His soul had deserted him. He had nothing left to live for considering that all he wanted was to be with her.
He realized then that he could never have that happiness again, as he raised the blade to his wrist again, dragging it slowly across his red flesh, making a large incision in it, slowly shutting his eyes in pleasure and pain, continuing to cut different areas of his blood dyed skin flowing with fresh stale blood. He couldn’t help but to take a taste of that which had started this whole mess in the first place. He laid his head down on the bed, his eyes shutting slowly as he drifted into an endless slumber, never to awaken to this life of pain again...
...Or so he hoped...