How Pathetic [Death/Suicide Thread]
Feb 9, 2019 17:04:29 GMT -7
Post by Kaito Takihashi on Feb 9, 2019 17:04:29 GMT -7
The sun rose again, and Kaito dreaded the day. Another day, another cycle of nothing accomplished. What a waste of his existence. He knew that this would be it. This would be his last day. He had contemplated his existence for many weeks now. No friends anymore. No love. He basically sat and played his guitar. And that had grown old quickly.
He held the fine instrument in his hands. It was well-made, and he strummed a little riff. It didn't sound like anything to him anymore. It was a waste. He decided that he might as well eat. No use offing myself, and being hungry while doing it, Kaito thought. As he strummed his guitar, he started to walk down the stairs towards the kitchen. All of a sudden, Kaito lost his footing. For a split second, he saw the wall coming closer as his face slammed into it.
It took Kaito a few seconds to come to. He felt an immense amount of pain coming from his nose. It was definitely broken. He started to try to get up, but he realized he couldn't feel his arms. Or his hands. Or legs, or toes, or anything besides a sharp pain in his neck and nose. He couldn't muster the force to roll over. He didn't want to go like this. He had planned to make it painless. He almost felt a renewed sense of wanting to live. He became terribly frightened.
He realized that darkness was closing in. He had no idea how long he had been there. Laying, face down, crumpled on the floor, alone and unable to move. How pathetic, he thought to himself. He couldn't say it aloud; he hadn't the energy to do it. The darkness was fading in more and more. Kaito tried to fight it, but the pain made it worse and worse, harder and harder. The stabbing pain of his broken neck seemed to scream at him to give in. Finally, it won, and Kaito succumbed to the darkness, never having to deal with whatever mockery would come to a ninja who died by tripping down some stairs.
He held the fine instrument in his hands. It was well-made, and he strummed a little riff. It didn't sound like anything to him anymore. It was a waste. He decided that he might as well eat. No use offing myself, and being hungry while doing it, Kaito thought. As he strummed his guitar, he started to walk down the stairs towards the kitchen. All of a sudden, Kaito lost his footing. For a split second, he saw the wall coming closer as his face slammed into it.
It took Kaito a few seconds to come to. He felt an immense amount of pain coming from his nose. It was definitely broken. He started to try to get up, but he realized he couldn't feel his arms. Or his hands. Or legs, or toes, or anything besides a sharp pain in his neck and nose. He couldn't muster the force to roll over. He didn't want to go like this. He had planned to make it painless. He almost felt a renewed sense of wanting to live. He became terribly frightened.
He realized that darkness was closing in. He had no idea how long he had been there. Laying, face down, crumpled on the floor, alone and unable to move. How pathetic, he thought to himself. He couldn't say it aloud; he hadn't the energy to do it. The darkness was fading in more and more. Kaito tried to fight it, but the pain made it worse and worse, harder and harder. The stabbing pain of his broken neck seemed to scream at him to give in. Finally, it won, and Kaito succumbed to the darkness, never having to deal with whatever mockery would come to a ninja who died by tripping down some stairs.
