Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ In The End ❯ The Flow of Life ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Have you figured out what Oliver's up to yet? If not, it's okay cause I'm gonna tell you in a minute here. And, as promised, the rest of the Majestics make their entrance.

The Flow Of Life

I'm sick of running. I'm so damned sick of it. So I'm not going to anymore. It's all going to stop in a little while. Seated on the floor of my room, I raise the thin, sharp knife and swallow hard. If I'm going to do this I'd better get on with it. The others will be here soon, but I'll be gone by then. Biting my lip, I deftly slit my right wrist. I started there because it's stronger, it will give me an extra moment to do the other one. I watch the blood a few seconds, then shift the blade to my right hand and slice open my left wrist.

In agony, I drop the knife and it clatters to the floor. It hurts, but I had to do it. There was no other way. I....I don't know how else I could've..... The doorbell rings, breaking through my thoughts. No. Not now. They had to pick this once to be early. The bell rings again and, not receiving an answer, one of them opens it. What was I thinking? I should've locked it. Now Enrique's calling my name. I can hear the three of them coming upstairs. They're in the hall now, headed right for my room.

Suddenly my door opens, "Oliver!?" It's Enrique, with Johnny and Robert right behind him. He looks me in the eye a moment and then his gaze drops to my bleeding wrists. "Oh my god." He disappears down the hall, only to return seconds later with several cloths. He and Johnny are beside me now. I lost track of Robert just after the door opened. Enrique has one of the cloths wrapped around my right wrist, putting pressure on the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. On my left, Johnny's doing the same.

Feebly, I try to pull away from them. "No Oliver. It's all right," Enrique assures me. "Why the hell would he have done this?" I answer Johnny, though the question wasn't directed at me. "I....I had to. I couldn't stand it. It's too much anymore." "Shh. Don't talk." "But Enrique I...." "No matter what you think Oliver, we don't want to lose you." Shocked, I give a slight whimper and look up at the both of them, tears in my eyes.

I can feel something warm around me. There's something behind me. I try to see what, but my vision's beginning to blur, and it's getting harder to breathe all the time. I fight to stay awake, a losing battle from the start. Gradually I sink back into the warmth I now realize is a blanket. Suddenly I realize what's been behind me the entire time. Despite my best efforts to remain conscious, I pass out against Robert.

Chaos: Is Oliver going to survive? Why did he do this in the first place? You'll just have to wait 'til chapter 3 to find out. I promise I'll try to get it up soon.