Why couldn't you just...
Title: Why couldn't you just...
Rating:Pg-13?
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Don't own
A/N: Totally pissed about how people treat him. He hasn't done anything to you and he's done nothing wrong. People act like it's his fault he's where he is, but it's NOT.
Why couldn’t you just…
Hate.
Eyes filled with hate glared up at him. He wanted to flinch away from them, but he knew that if he messed up even once, SM would be furious with him and he already had enough people who hated him He didn’t need another group on top of the ELFs. He didn’t understand why they hate him so much. He didn’t ask for this!
13 only!
He could feel his stomach clench up with the pain those words (shouted, chanted, screamed, and sung) brought him. His throat closed up with tears that he refused to let fall down his face. It would be a weakness. One more thing for them to hate. Just another thing for them to include in their loathing filled talks of him.
It wasn’t his fault! He hadn’t chosen this! He didn’t want this!
Pain.
It hurt…So bad…Why? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?! He already didn’t fit in anywhere here, because he couldn’t speak the language and wasn’t used to the way people acted. Why did they have to add onto his misery?
He could feel the tears burning his eyes and blocking his throat up. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stay here, couldn’t let them see him like this!
He fled the room, ignoring Eeteuk’s shout that followed him, ignoring the hands grasping at him trying to force him to stay, and ignoring the tears that had already escaped him and were flowing down his face and linger in the air after him before falling, falling down to meet their end on the cold ground.
Emptiness.
His eyes were blank; nothing was held in their depths anymore, just the emptiness that was left when everything else had left him.
It had started when he stopped singing outside of singing practice. Continued when he’d stopped talking unless forced. Progressed further still when he had stopped laughing, and then stopped smiling, and then stopped everything.
He ate…only when they sat next to him and forced him to continue to lift the food to his lips, to chew, to swallow, and then to repeat.
He drank…when they handed him a water bottle at dance practice and didn’t leave his side until he’d at least had a sip no matter how small.
They had to force everything from him now.
He never seemed to enjoy anything in the slightest; not even dancing or playing his violin.
Everything he did, once filled with joy and life, was now empty and mechanical.
His Freedom.
He blinked, for the first time in how long he couldn’t remember, and his gaze traveled away from the random spot on his wall to the bathroom door.
He could fix this.
He would never have to hear their horrible voices again.
He would never have to disappoint them again.
He could make them happy…
He slowly, so very slowly, pushed himself up and off the bed. Once the room had stopped swirling and the dizziness had, for the most part, faded away, he moved to the bathroom.
It had never seemed this far away before…
His hand closed around the door knob, after a seemingly long trip, and he turned it until the door swung open.
There.
There it was.
On the top shelf, glittering dimly in the light.
Again he was moving toward something that had never before seemed this far away.
He couldn’t feel the first one, or the second or third, but the fourth made him dizzy and the fifth made his eyesight begin to blur. The sixth made his feel numb and the seventh eighth and ninth made him feel progressively colder. The tenth is what finally did it.
Covered and dripping his dark red blood, it fell from his limp fingers and landed with a splash on the tile floor, and melted into the scene, covered in the dark red liquid he dimly recognized as his own blood.
A half-smile flitted across his lips as his head tipped back of it’s own accord and hit the wall eyes sliding closed, because he knew that he’d at least been able to do something right, the ELFs would be so happy…
Why?
Why couldn’t they just accept him?
Why hadn’t they just kept it to themselves if they hadn’t liked him?
Why did they have to broadcast their hate for him everywhere?
Their disdain, contempt, loathing, hate. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?
Why, why, why, why, why?
The end…
It was dark and rainy the day of his funeral. The weather outside matching everyone who was inside’s mood.
They were sending his body back to Canada for the burial, but this was their own private goodbye to the newest, youngest member. He hadn’t been with them very long, but it had been long enough for Eeteuk to think of him as another one of his boys.
And now he was gone.
“Henli…I’m so sorry…”
And then he collapsed. He hit the floor and the sobs tore through his body unmercifully.
He was gone, gone, gone and none of them had tried to help…
Henry Lau had the wings Eeteuk had always spoken of but never really owned, but at what price?
Rating:Pg-13?
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Don't own
A/N: Totally pissed about how people treat him. He hasn't done anything to you and he's done nothing wrong. People act like it's his fault he's where he is, but it's NOT.
Why couldn’t you just…
Hate.
Eyes filled with hate glared up at him. He wanted to flinch away from them, but he knew that if he messed up even once, SM would be furious with him and he already had enough people who hated him He didn’t need another group on top of the ELFs. He didn’t understand why they hate him so much. He didn’t ask for this!
13 only!
He could feel his stomach clench up with the pain those words (shouted, chanted, screamed, and sung) brought him. His throat closed up with tears that he refused to let fall down his face. It would be a weakness. One more thing for them to hate. Just another thing for them to include in their loathing filled talks of him.
It wasn’t his fault! He hadn’t chosen this! He didn’t want this!
Pain.
It hurt…So bad…Why? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?! He already didn’t fit in anywhere here, because he couldn’t speak the language and wasn’t used to the way people acted. Why did they have to add onto his misery?
He could feel the tears burning his eyes and blocking his throat up. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stay here, couldn’t let them see him like this!
He fled the room, ignoring Eeteuk’s shout that followed him, ignoring the hands grasping at him trying to force him to stay, and ignoring the tears that had already escaped him and were flowing down his face and linger in the air after him before falling, falling down to meet their end on the cold ground.
Emptiness.
His eyes were blank; nothing was held in their depths anymore, just the emptiness that was left when everything else had left him.
It had started when he stopped singing outside of singing practice. Continued when he’d stopped talking unless forced. Progressed further still when he had stopped laughing, and then stopped smiling, and then stopped everything.
He ate…only when they sat next to him and forced him to continue to lift the food to his lips, to chew, to swallow, and then to repeat.
He drank…when they handed him a water bottle at dance practice and didn’t leave his side until he’d at least had a sip no matter how small.
They had to force everything from him now.
He never seemed to enjoy anything in the slightest; not even dancing or playing his violin.
Everything he did, once filled with joy and life, was now empty and mechanical.
His Freedom.
He blinked, for the first time in how long he couldn’t remember, and his gaze traveled away from the random spot on his wall to the bathroom door.
He could fix this.
He would never have to hear their horrible voices again.
He would never have to disappoint them again.
He could make them happy…
He slowly, so very slowly, pushed himself up and off the bed. Once the room had stopped swirling and the dizziness had, for the most part, faded away, he moved to the bathroom.
It had never seemed this far away before…
His hand closed around the door knob, after a seemingly long trip, and he turned it until the door swung open.
There.
There it was.
On the top shelf, glittering dimly in the light.
Again he was moving toward something that had never before seemed this far away.
He couldn’t feel the first one, or the second or third, but the fourth made him dizzy and the fifth made his eyesight begin to blur. The sixth made his feel numb and the seventh eighth and ninth made him feel progressively colder. The tenth is what finally did it.
Covered and dripping his dark red blood, it fell from his limp fingers and landed with a splash on the tile floor, and melted into the scene, covered in the dark red liquid he dimly recognized as his own blood.
A half-smile flitted across his lips as his head tipped back of it’s own accord and hit the wall eyes sliding closed, because he knew that he’d at least been able to do something right, the ELFs would be so happy…
Why?
Why couldn’t they just accept him?
Why hadn’t they just kept it to themselves if they hadn’t liked him?
Why did they have to broadcast their hate for him everywhere?
Their disdain, contempt, loathing, hate. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?
Why, why, why, why, why?
The end…
It was dark and rainy the day of his funeral. The weather outside matching everyone who was inside’s mood.
They were sending his body back to Canada for the burial, but this was their own private goodbye to the newest, youngest member. He hadn’t been with them very long, but it had been long enough for Eeteuk to think of him as another one of his boys.
And now he was gone.
“Henli…I’m so sorry…”
And then he collapsed. He hit the floor and the sobs tore through his body unmercifully.
He was gone, gone, gone and none of them had tried to help…
Henry Lau had the wings Eeteuk had always spoken of but never really owned, but at what price?