(this is a bit of a mid point of a story I havent written yet...its still brewing in my head....but its not the end or anything so yea...hope you enjoy.)
I could smell his blood from the front door, and his parents blood as I entered the house. I knew something horrible had happened. He;d been acting so strange sence me and him seperated. He never forgave me for being what I am, he resented and hated me for it...but he seems to blame everyone else too...his parent especially. He always hated his parent..but I could only hope my suspicions were incorrect. I didnt bother looking in his parents room, I went straight to his, I saw blood flowing from under the door, I burst in screaming his name. He was barely alive...his wrist slashed, the knife lay next to him as the color quickly left his body. I dropped to my knees next to him, knowing he'd lost too much blood to save. My lip trembled as I gathered him close to me, tears started flowing down my face with out even silent sobbs, just silent tearsI was in denial that my love would die in my arms until he opened his eyes and smiled at me, he spoke so softly I could barely make out what he was saying. He talked about all the good time we had, and how much he really loved me.He reached up to touch my face, but he couldnt, he was far too weak...so instead I took his hand in mine...he was so cold...as if he were already dead...I looked into his eyes, and told him my darkest secrets, and how I really felt about him...just as I forced back my sobs and said the final "I love you" his eyes glazed over, his hand fell from mine, and I watches his soul leave his pail, lifeless body.
I wept for hours...then I become angry...angry with myself...and all others who lived at that moment...I hated everyone and everything...I wanted to die..but I wanted to live...to reap revenge on those who had really done nothing...I blamed society for what happened to my beloved...and thats the day I had forsaken the light.
I'll write a whole story to go with it soon!
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