Murder is addictive
Title: Subtle 2 - once is never enough
Author: moi, as per usual.
Rating: PG-13 once more, for angst in all it's glory.
Pairing: N/A
Summary: More killing to be done.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't own them. I wouldn't tell them to do this. lmao.
Notes: I liked the last part, I wanted to continue. lolz.
Subtle 2 - once is never enough
I walked away from him. Passing one hand gently down his torso. Got dressed, looking back on what I had done. No regrets thus far. He looks peaceful and happy. I know I did something right. My cellphone rings. I pick up, still staring at dear Ohno.
Why are people calling me now? It's almost 1am. This isn't the time to be calling. But, I guess, they're bored of something. It's Friday night. Only I have no life. Especially now that I've removed my boyfriend's. But it was inevitable. And oh-so necessary. I feel relieved now. A weight lifted from my shoulders.
The person on the other end sounds drunk. I listen to them stutter and slur all their words. It's annoying me. Especially since I have only one leg in my pants. They say that they're coming over to talk with me. I haven't seen them in a few months. They're worried about me.
Worried about me? They're as incoherent as a newborn child. The words thrown together randomly. The phone almost slipping from their hand when they spoke. I don't want help from someone like that. Not now, not ever. I can't believe I used to be close to someone so irresponsible. Just goes to show how time can tear people apart.
A knock at my door. I'm finally all dressed. I open the door, smiling. Putting on an act. I threw the cover over Ohno before they arrived, making it seem like he was asleep. It looked amazingly realistic. The person hugged me tightly, filling my nostrils with the smell of alcohol. I hate alcohol and now I'm reminded why.
They speak to me about how distant I've been acting. How cold I'm becoming. Nonsense. At least I didn't go intoxicate myself, alone, every night of the week. I don't need to hear this from him. I'm getting irritated. I walk towards the balcony.
The view from hear is breathtaking. If I could spend my last moment anywhere, it would be right here. In the comfort of my home. I feel the warm breeze of summer past my cheeks. Sending shivers down my spine. The sky is dark but clear. The stars are those you only see in photos. Beautiful and bright.
The person follows me. Disturbing my lovely view. I can feel my leg shaking with annoyance. I can't calm the nerves inside of me. They keep babbling into my ear. How I'm no longer attentive, no longer caring. They grab me by the shoulders. I don't like being held like this. I push away.
They slip over. I watch as they dangle from my balcony, hands clinging to the bars. A voice screaming for me to help. Tears rolling out of their eyes. I bend down, grabbing their hand. Kissing it softly. It's so weak and fragile. I feel this person needs me. I let go.
For some reason, my eyes fill up with tears. I feel alone, I feel worthless. I need to find a purpose to my life. I look up at the stars once more. They're smiling at me, saying that I must touch them someday. I can touch them. A shooting star. I make a wish upon it. I wish for happiness.
I go downstairs, using the elevator. Looking over my visitor. He looks helpless. His face, slightly red still. The alcohol still slipping from his lips. I cover my face, I still despise alcohol. I lift up his shirt, I want to see it. Still there, shining and lovely. I love his piercing. I always will.
~END~
Later.
Author: moi, as per usual.
Rating: PG-13 once more, for angst in all it's glory.
Pairing: N/A
Summary: More killing to be done.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't own them. I wouldn't tell them to do this. lmao.
Notes: I liked the last part, I wanted to continue. lolz.
Subtle 2 - once is never enough
I walked away from him. Passing one hand gently down his torso. Got dressed, looking back on what I had done. No regrets thus far. He looks peaceful and happy. I know I did something right. My cellphone rings. I pick up, still staring at dear Ohno.
Why are people calling me now? It's almost 1am. This isn't the time to be calling. But, I guess, they're bored of something. It's Friday night. Only I have no life. Especially now that I've removed my boyfriend's. But it was inevitable. And oh-so necessary. I feel relieved now. A weight lifted from my shoulders.
The person on the other end sounds drunk. I listen to them stutter and slur all their words. It's annoying me. Especially since I have only one leg in my pants. They say that they're coming over to talk with me. I haven't seen them in a few months. They're worried about me.
Worried about me? They're as incoherent as a newborn child. The words thrown together randomly. The phone almost slipping from their hand when they spoke. I don't want help from someone like that. Not now, not ever. I can't believe I used to be close to someone so irresponsible. Just goes to show how time can tear people apart.
A knock at my door. I'm finally all dressed. I open the door, smiling. Putting on an act. I threw the cover over Ohno before they arrived, making it seem like he was asleep. It looked amazingly realistic. The person hugged me tightly, filling my nostrils with the smell of alcohol. I hate alcohol and now I'm reminded why.
They speak to me about how distant I've been acting. How cold I'm becoming. Nonsense. At least I didn't go intoxicate myself, alone, every night of the week. I don't need to hear this from him. I'm getting irritated. I walk towards the balcony.
The view from hear is breathtaking. If I could spend my last moment anywhere, it would be right here. In the comfort of my home. I feel the warm breeze of summer past my cheeks. Sending shivers down my spine. The sky is dark but clear. The stars are those you only see in photos. Beautiful and bright.
The person follows me. Disturbing my lovely view. I can feel my leg shaking with annoyance. I can't calm the nerves inside of me. They keep babbling into my ear. How I'm no longer attentive, no longer caring. They grab me by the shoulders. I don't like being held like this. I push away.
They slip over. I watch as they dangle from my balcony, hands clinging to the bars. A voice screaming for me to help. Tears rolling out of their eyes. I bend down, grabbing their hand. Kissing it softly. It's so weak and fragile. I feel this person needs me. I let go.
For some reason, my eyes fill up with tears. I feel alone, I feel worthless. I need to find a purpose to my life. I look up at the stars once more. They're smiling at me, saying that I must touch them someday. I can touch them. A shooting star. I make a wish upon it. I wish for happiness.
I go downstairs, using the elevator. Looking over my visitor. He looks helpless. His face, slightly red still. The alcohol still slipping from his lips. I cover my face, I still despise alcohol. I lift up his shirt, I want to see it. Still there, shining and lovely. I love his piercing. I always will.
~END~
Later.