Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Memories ❯ Twisted memories ( One-Shot )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kanilla 
rated R just for safety....A little one-shot(may I repeat...one-shot...I wont make anything more out of this) about the darkness in Kai`s trapped and burdened mind.
R&R!
comments kindly accepted....flames will be used to...ROAST MARSHMALLOWS!!!
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 529 | Status: Completed
rated R just for safety....A little one-shot(may I repeat...one-shot...I wont make anything more out of this) about the darkness in Kai`s trapped and burdened mind.
R&R!
comments kindly accepted....flames will be used to...ROAST MARSHMALLOWS!!!
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 529 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer:do not own beyblade,nor do I own the characters...savy?
I appologise for any typo and spelling-error..I was spell-checking this in the middle of the night,ok?
Twisted Memories
Everything seemed to twist and whirl on it`s own,dancing along the edge of sanity with a featherlight touch that made him cringe.It continued until he thought he would go out of his mind,the urge to get away pulling at him strongly.Thin lines made of pure darkness sneaked their way up his wrists and arms,dragging him down with a firm grip not to let him escape.He tried to move his feet,but found that they were stuck aswell,stuck in a pool or a stick,dark substance that seemed to cling to him like nothing else ever had.Opening his mouth to scream no sound emerged from his sore throat.The dark lines seemed to sharpen,digging violently into his skin with force enough to make his skin bow under and open,cuts forming as they kept digging and digging,the pain they inflicted him neverending in it`s cruelty.
Tears seemed to want to press their way out of his eyes,they gathered and pressed the barrier,continued to press their way,determined to get their will.Closing his eyes to deny them their satisfaction they wetted his dark lashes,and he shuddered at the feeling it left him with.It made him want to scream at the top of his lungs,to scream for someone to come help him get out of this missery that he appeared to be stuck in.But no help would come even if he did manage to cry out for help,this prison was his own mind,and no one but himself could understand what he was going through,even less help him feel better.The blood was oozing from the deep cuts that seemed to run deeper by every second that passed by,dripping from his arms.He could hear the dripping sound as the droplets hit the ground,making small pools at his feet.
He couldn`t turn his head,couldn`t move anymore,his will and strenght to fight back had vanished only to be replaced by the dull feeling of helplessness that was overwhealming in it`s might.There was no use fighting back anymore,this fight was not to be won by him,not anymore.He had never won...he was far too weak to even stand up for himself.
His lips curled into a smile,bitterness staining it`s lines.Wasn`t this deliciously ironical?he thought,not able to stop his train of thoughts from continuing it`s journey through his mind.They always thought he was the strong one,the one to be relied on in the dark times when they had no one else to go to.In truth,he had helped make that illusion real by letting them keep coming to him for advise or comfort.Oh how he had fooled them,fooled them so badly that it made him want to throw his head backwards and laugh out loud.If they only knew...If they only knew of his dark past,all the secrets that lay dwelling within his mind.One thing though..they would never know,they would never be able to dig deep enough to reveal the real him,the sins he had commited before he met them.They continued to haunt him,craving for his attention in his dreams,when he could do nothing to make them go away.He slept poorly because of those dreams,they asked him if something was wrong,yet he assured them that everything was fine,telling them to mind their own business and not dig into his.
At this they had frowned,some of them accepting his cold behaviour and excuse without hesitating,others a bit more reculant to believe him.He couldn`t blame any of them for what they thought of him.He had done nothing to make the impression good,yet they seemed to have taken him in to be their friend.A shame he would never be their...friend.The word itself seemed strange to him,unfamiliar in it`s taste and substance.It would roll of his tongue with a certain fear to it,as if he feared the meaning of it,what it meant to have a friend.
He was sick-minded,he knew that.The events of his childhood were at fault for him being the way he was,cold-hearted and emotionless.He held no understanding for humour or love,thoset wo had never been a part of his life until they came along.The thought of it all made him wrinkle his nose in digust
Memories flooded into his mind with intense clearity,not blurred by the petals of sakura that was dancing in front of his eyes by every stroke of wind.He could remember how they had used to treat him back then,back when he couldn`t protect himself or get away.He remembered how his heart had been pounding in his head,fear making his heart swell,resulting in trouble with breathing.He could recall the feel of having the clothes ripped off his body by greedy hands,rough as they trailed patterns along his pale skin,he could recall how he had been forced to his knees,legs pushed apart to make it easier for them.The feeling of someone pumping in and out of him with fierce trusts that made him cry out in pain,he clearly remembered all of that.He had only been a kid back then,but they kept doing it to him even still,forcing him onto his knees over and over again,toying with him as if he was a thing you could toss around and use as you please.No one had ever bothered to stop and help him when they beat him up,or when they switched places,each of them having a go at his small body.
No one had seen his scarrs since that faitful day when he blasted the whole building to pieces,smoke blending with the precious air.That day it had ended...yet just started.Even though the tormentors were gone,his mind refused to let the memories be surpressed and reduced to nothing by faint images.So he still saw them over and over again in his mind,the intensity growing until he thought he would break down into tears.
Funny thing...whenever he had wanted to cry,the tears had never been willing to come to him,to give him any sort of comfort in being released from his eyes.His body had seemed dry at those times,when he needed to cry the most.But there was nothing to do about it,nothing were under his control anyways.
The pool of blood at his feet seemed to grow bigger and bigger,his clothes soaked by the red liquid the taste of solitude.All the marks and scarrs on his skin were glowing with a pale,deepurple light being stuck to his body in a bizarre way he could not explain.His powers were drained,all sternght had left him.He wasn`t even able to hold back the bitter crystal drops from his eyes anymore,they made their greedy way down his cheeks,taunting him with their moist.Sobs took control of his body,the whimpering sound escaping through his gritted teeth even,his shoulders shaking badly.
Clothes were ripped off his body,like they had been so many times before,leaving him to shudder in the cold of lonely despair that appeared endless.The embrace he was caught in never released it`s grip,pale white skin stained with glowing marks revealed to the dark that surrounded him all around.The knot in his stomach wouldn`t go away as the dark lines brushed across his naked body,teasing with every light touch,making him clench his teeth so hard that his jaw hurt from the pressure.Somehow he ejnoyed this torture,it made him long for more.But on the other hand,it reminded him all so well of those years back then that he wanted to bury at the back of his mind to be forever forgotten.The tearsdrops rolled down his cheeks,defying him as they fell to the ground.
His head was spinning as the sharp edges and lines let go of him,dropping him to the ground.He hit the ground hard,the air being knocked out of his lungs.Lying sprawled on the floor he gasped for air,his heart beating rapidly within his chest.Being weak as he was,there was no way he could move right now..so he just lay there,bleeding and heartbroken,his face tearstained and flushed.
Everything had a bad side to it,he knew that all too well.Love had it`s cruel ways of breaking down people,leaving them lonely and defeated in the dust,solitude had a way of whispering to you until you went out of your mind.All emotions could leave you to bleed,drive you across the egde of sanity that were walked with shaky steps.
His powers had been taken away from him,and now there was nothing left.He could see roses of blood blurring his vision with their enchanting dance,whispering for him to follow,to come along and dance with them.It sounded tempting,he had to admit.But if he did come along,then there would be no tomorrow for him.Maybe that was how it was supposed to be,the purpose of his worthless life.Then he saw no reason to not obey the call of the shadows.His eyes clamped shut from the bloodloss,his head spinning even worse now.It felt like a carousell one could not escape from.But he didn`t mind at all..maybe now he could finally find his peace..somewhere elsewhere far away from here,far away from this dark that held him back and pushed him down with it`s might.And in the beat of a dying heart,there is no barrier to be broken by the unsettled emotions that one cannot understand.Therefore death is no hard step to take once the decision is made in a fragile mind on the verge of being wiped out.
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I appologise for any typo and spelling-error..I was spell-checking this in the middle of the night,ok?
Twisted Memories
Everything seemed to twist and whirl on it`s own,dancing along the edge of sanity with a featherlight touch that made him cringe.It continued until he thought he would go out of his mind,the urge to get away pulling at him strongly.Thin lines made of pure darkness sneaked their way up his wrists and arms,dragging him down with a firm grip not to let him escape.He tried to move his feet,but found that they were stuck aswell,stuck in a pool or a stick,dark substance that seemed to cling to him like nothing else ever had.Opening his mouth to scream no sound emerged from his sore throat.The dark lines seemed to sharpen,digging violently into his skin with force enough to make his skin bow under and open,cuts forming as they kept digging and digging,the pain they inflicted him neverending in it`s cruelty.
Tears seemed to want to press their way out of his eyes,they gathered and pressed the barrier,continued to press their way,determined to get their will.Closing his eyes to deny them their satisfaction they wetted his dark lashes,and he shuddered at the feeling it left him with.It made him want to scream at the top of his lungs,to scream for someone to come help him get out of this missery that he appeared to be stuck in.But no help would come even if he did manage to cry out for help,this prison was his own mind,and no one but himself could understand what he was going through,even less help him feel better.The blood was oozing from the deep cuts that seemed to run deeper by every second that passed by,dripping from his arms.He could hear the dripping sound as the droplets hit the ground,making small pools at his feet.
He couldn`t turn his head,couldn`t move anymore,his will and strenght to fight back had vanished only to be replaced by the dull feeling of helplessness that was overwhealming in it`s might.There was no use fighting back anymore,this fight was not to be won by him,not anymore.He had never won...he was far too weak to even stand up for himself.
His lips curled into a smile,bitterness staining it`s lines.Wasn`t this deliciously ironical?he thought,not able to stop his train of thoughts from continuing it`s journey through his mind.They always thought he was the strong one,the one to be relied on in the dark times when they had no one else to go to.In truth,he had helped make that illusion real by letting them keep coming to him for advise or comfort.Oh how he had fooled them,fooled them so badly that it made him want to throw his head backwards and laugh out loud.If they only knew...If they only knew of his dark past,all the secrets that lay dwelling within his mind.One thing though..they would never know,they would never be able to dig deep enough to reveal the real him,the sins he had commited before he met them.They continued to haunt him,craving for his attention in his dreams,when he could do nothing to make them go away.He slept poorly because of those dreams,they asked him if something was wrong,yet he assured them that everything was fine,telling them to mind their own business and not dig into his.
At this they had frowned,some of them accepting his cold behaviour and excuse without hesitating,others a bit more reculant to believe him.He couldn`t blame any of them for what they thought of him.He had done nothing to make the impression good,yet they seemed to have taken him in to be their friend.A shame he would never be their...friend.The word itself seemed strange to him,unfamiliar in it`s taste and substance.It would roll of his tongue with a certain fear to it,as if he feared the meaning of it,what it meant to have a friend.
He was sick-minded,he knew that.The events of his childhood were at fault for him being the way he was,cold-hearted and emotionless.He held no understanding for humour or love,thoset wo had never been a part of his life until they came along.The thought of it all made him wrinkle his nose in digust
Memories flooded into his mind with intense clearity,not blurred by the petals of sakura that was dancing in front of his eyes by every stroke of wind.He could remember how they had used to treat him back then,back when he couldn`t protect himself or get away.He remembered how his heart had been pounding in his head,fear making his heart swell,resulting in trouble with breathing.He could recall the feel of having the clothes ripped off his body by greedy hands,rough as they trailed patterns along his pale skin,he could recall how he had been forced to his knees,legs pushed apart to make it easier for them.The feeling of someone pumping in and out of him with fierce trusts that made him cry out in pain,he clearly remembered all of that.He had only been a kid back then,but they kept doing it to him even still,forcing him onto his knees over and over again,toying with him as if he was a thing you could toss around and use as you please.No one had ever bothered to stop and help him when they beat him up,or when they switched places,each of them having a go at his small body.
No one had seen his scarrs since that faitful day when he blasted the whole building to pieces,smoke blending with the precious air.That day it had ended...yet just started.Even though the tormentors were gone,his mind refused to let the memories be surpressed and reduced to nothing by faint images.So he still saw them over and over again in his mind,the intensity growing until he thought he would break down into tears.
Funny thing...whenever he had wanted to cry,the tears had never been willing to come to him,to give him any sort of comfort in being released from his eyes.His body had seemed dry at those times,when he needed to cry the most.But there was nothing to do about it,nothing were under his control anyways.
The pool of blood at his feet seemed to grow bigger and bigger,his clothes soaked by the red liquid the taste of solitude.All the marks and scarrs on his skin were glowing with a pale,deepurple light being stuck to his body in a bizarre way he could not explain.His powers were drained,all sternght had left him.He wasn`t even able to hold back the bitter crystal drops from his eyes anymore,they made their greedy way down his cheeks,taunting him with their moist.Sobs took control of his body,the whimpering sound escaping through his gritted teeth even,his shoulders shaking badly.
Clothes were ripped off his body,like they had been so many times before,leaving him to shudder in the cold of lonely despair that appeared endless.The embrace he was caught in never released it`s grip,pale white skin stained with glowing marks revealed to the dark that surrounded him all around.The knot in his stomach wouldn`t go away as the dark lines brushed across his naked body,teasing with every light touch,making him clench his teeth so hard that his jaw hurt from the pressure.Somehow he ejnoyed this torture,it made him long for more.But on the other hand,it reminded him all so well of those years back then that he wanted to bury at the back of his mind to be forever forgotten.The tearsdrops rolled down his cheeks,defying him as they fell to the ground.
His head was spinning as the sharp edges and lines let go of him,dropping him to the ground.He hit the ground hard,the air being knocked out of his lungs.Lying sprawled on the floor he gasped for air,his heart beating rapidly within his chest.Being weak as he was,there was no way he could move right now..so he just lay there,bleeding and heartbroken,his face tearstained and flushed.
Everything had a bad side to it,he knew that all too well.Love had it`s cruel ways of breaking down people,leaving them lonely and defeated in the dust,solitude had a way of whispering to you until you went out of your mind.All emotions could leave you to bleed,drive you across the egde of sanity that were walked with shaky steps.
His powers had been taken away from him,and now there was nothing left.He could see roses of blood blurring his vision with their enchanting dance,whispering for him to follow,to come along and dance with them.It sounded tempting,he had to admit.But if he did come along,then there would be no tomorrow for him.Maybe that was how it was supposed to be,the purpose of his worthless life.Then he saw no reason to not obey the call of the shadows.His eyes clamped shut from the bloodloss,his head spinning even worse now.It felt like a carousell one could not escape from.But he didn`t mind at all..maybe now he could finally find his peace..somewhere elsewhere far away from here,far away from this dark that held him back and pushed him down with it`s might.And in the beat of a dying heart,there is no barrier to be broken by the unsettled emotions that one cannot understand.Therefore death is no hard step to take once the decision is made in a fragile mind on the verge of being wiped out.
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