Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Angel ❯ Hurt ( Prologue )

Fic Title: Bloody Angel

Chapter Title: Prologue: Hurt

A/N: Ever heard the song "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails? Well, I've started a fic centered around that song. I don't know the POV yet, so I'll have to figure it out. Warning: ANGST. No death, but there is self-mutilation and suicide. Well...I guess there is a death, but it's not what you think (trust me, it's really not what you think). I decided that no characters will die. But you have my word--ANGST GALORE. And lots of AU supernatural, like angels, demons, seraphim and nephilim, ghosts and the like. Gory, gory stuff on the way. If you've heard this song, you know what I'm talking about.



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I'm seventeen years old and I am tired of life. I do not like living day to day, seeing the same faces, hearing the same taunts, walking through life without a purpose, without a reason. I have no reason to live.

So one day, I decided to take my life. At first, I wanted to do it just to see if I still bled. It helped me to feel. I didn't care that the pain was the only thing I felt--I craved it, needed it, like oxygen and water and sleep. Needed the pain. Wanted the pain.

I cut pretty often. I wore long sleeves to keep them covered, and if I absolutely had to wear short sleeves, I wore watches and cuffs to hide the scars. Some were deep, some shallow. All bled red. Maybe I'm still human after all.

That last time, though, happened after I'd gotten into a fight with my stepdad. Cliche, you think? Poor kid, thrown into a family where he's not wanted. It's rather the opposite. I hardly ever fight with my family--in fact, we get along quite well. My younger sister can be annoying sometimes, but aren't they all? And yeah, my mom nags me about cleaning my room, but she's a mom. It's in their job description.

My stepdad wasn't great, but he wasn't awful. I could deal with him. He wasn't really home much, so we never even found time to clash. But one night at the dinner table, as I reached over to get a roll, my sleeve slid up and he saw the scars. He hit me, hard. Told me I was an idiot and that I needed to stop it.

My mother shouted that she'd never hit her kids before and that he didn't have any right to start. He apologized. I fled to my room, locked the door and searched for my blades. They were in the loose floorboard just beneath my bed and I pulled them out, rolled up my sleeves, and stared at the tender skin so easily penetrable.

I held the blade in my left hand and my right wrist looked so pale, so tender, so...tempting. I pressed the blade down until I saw red pour out. I pressed harder until I finally felt the pain. I cut through old scars and I made new ones. In no time at all, my shirt was drenched in crimson, thick and gurgling. Death came upon me, breathed on me.

I switched to the other wrists and hacked away madly, bits of flesh starting to chip away from the bone. Blood spattered. It was gory, so gory, and I laughed as I cut. I laughed and laughed, and to this day I cannot tell you what happened after that.

When I woke up, my mother was crying. I was lying on a hospital bed. My stepdad looked stricken. My little sister, I think, was in shock.

And then...I looked down on myself. Simple as that. I looked down and saw my body laying on that hospital bed. I was bewildered. Here I was, alive and well...while my body was cold, utterly white, nearly translucent. Right below me.

A doctor came in and pronounced me dead. They covered my face with a sheet and my mother, stepfather and sister lost it, breaking down into tears.

Tears for me. Because I'd died.

And yet...I knew all of this. I knew it. So why was I dead when I was here?

"Committing suicide is a sin," a soft voice said to my right, and I spun around in midair and set eyes upon the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen.

He was dressed in pure white, silky robes that fitted him to perfection. His hair was long, longer than any man I'd ever seen, and it fell in chestnut waves down past his thighs. His eyes were light, bright, and a shade of violet I'd never seen before. Beautiful. Absolutely spectacular.

It was then that I saw the wings sprouting from his delicate shoulderblades, bright white wings.

"Heero Yuy, welcome to the Afterlife."

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