Post by Toshiya on May 3, 2008 17:55:08 GMT -5
It was a calm and peaceful day in FFU. Birds singing, students chattering, not a cloud in the sunny sky. But sadly Toshiya did not fit into this scenery. Dressed in his his normal funeral like attire, he made his way slowly to the top of the Tower. Clutched in his hand was a piece of parchment coiled around a single black rose. By no means was he the happy person that he pretended to be. Quite the opposite really.
He tried for years to fill the empty void with men and women. However, after each short lived relationship, or after each one night stand, the pain grew worse. He had grown almost completely numb to the touch of human contact, but was it enough to kill himself. Well, at least not yet.
By no means would he ever think of kill himself. Life was too precious to waste, no matter how empty one feels. So this is what brings our friend here today. Trying to make himself happy, by any means.
Leaning over the edge, keeping his balance, Toshiya breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. Digging through his pocket, he found happiness in a roll, aka a cigarette. Placing the toxic stick in between his lips, he lit the tip with a match dropping the wrapped up rose at his feet.
The cigarette hung loosely in between his lips until he took it out holding it between his forefinger and his middle one. Blowing the toxic smoke out in a perfect ring, he looked up at the sky laughing. "So much for the sun bringing joy," he muttered shaking his head.
As the boy shook his head, he began leaning forward, almost to the point of falling over the edge. "Shit," he muttered as he caught himself only seconds away from a possible end. Pulling himself back to the inside of the barrier, he watched as his cancer on a stick fell at high speeds.
"To think that could have been me," he whispered in disbelief. Backing away slowly from the edge, he laid down on the floor with his hands behind his head. "But even if I had died, who would really miss me?" he questioned aloud. "That's not family," he sighed closing his eyes.
Dismissing the thought for now, the young Asian opened his eyes to see the bright sunny sky, rather than the dark morbid thoughts that ran through his mind. He needed something to distract him, something long lasting. Something that won't make him another teenage tragedy.
He tried for years to fill the empty void with men and women. However, after each short lived relationship, or after each one night stand, the pain grew worse. He had grown almost completely numb to the touch of human contact, but was it enough to kill himself. Well, at least not yet.
By no means would he ever think of kill himself. Life was too precious to waste, no matter how empty one feels. So this is what brings our friend here today. Trying to make himself happy, by any means.
Leaning over the edge, keeping his balance, Toshiya breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. Digging through his pocket, he found happiness in a roll, aka a cigarette. Placing the toxic stick in between his lips, he lit the tip with a match dropping the wrapped up rose at his feet.
The cigarette hung loosely in between his lips until he took it out holding it between his forefinger and his middle one. Blowing the toxic smoke out in a perfect ring, he looked up at the sky laughing. "So much for the sun bringing joy," he muttered shaking his head.
As the boy shook his head, he began leaning forward, almost to the point of falling over the edge. "Shit," he muttered as he caught himself only seconds away from a possible end. Pulling himself back to the inside of the barrier, he watched as his cancer on a stick fell at high speeds.
"To think that could have been me," he whispered in disbelief. Backing away slowly from the edge, he laid down on the floor with his hands behind his head. "But even if I had died, who would really miss me?" he questioned aloud. "That's not family," he sighed closing his eyes.
Dismissing the thought for now, the young Asian opened his eyes to see the bright sunny sky, rather than the dark morbid thoughts that ran through his mind. He needed something to distract him, something long lasting. Something that won't make him another teenage tragedy.