Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pouring Point ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

~Disclaimer:: I don't own the beautiful boys….if I did though….oh the possibilities…:: Evil grin..::

Well hope ya enjoy if you don't get anything just email me an Ill try an explain it to ya! ^_^

~Authors notes:: "Speech" ~evil/good conscious~ <<Thoughts>>

I also have part of the lords prayer in there…hope I don't offend anyone, I figured since Duo's catholic then Id add some of my catholic teachings as well…and yes this is Duo's POV…Sorry if its real confusing, if anyone has any questions or comments on the story then please review! It'd help a lot so I know what I was doin right or wrong

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Okay…and on with the fic!!

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Pouring Point

"All I see is darkness and all I know is pain…"

A boy no older than eighteen said this in a silent whisper as he reached an ashen colored hand across the bathrooms sink. He grasped his dismantled razor and picked it up watching it glint in the dim light.

"I'm not crazy…"

~Do it…I wont stop you…~

"I'm…."A pause," I'm not."

~Trust me…that's what they all say. ~

He looked down at the grinning evil once more. Its silver smile embraced his buzzing mind. He lifted it with one fluid motion, and brought it down against his wrist.

"Why am I hesitant!"

~Your afraid! ~

"I am death! I am not afraid!"

~Maybe you are crazy…~

"No I'm not…"

The boy growled angrily then tightened his grip on the blade pushing it into his skin. He was about to pull it across his vein when he froze again.

"Stop!!Why do I stop!"

~Fear grips you. ~

"No!!"

~It's a sin you know…a crime against your lost religion. ~

The boy pulled the razor into a balled fist causing small rivulets of crimson to run through his tightly clenched fingers. Once again a growl of frustration escaped his lips. His body shook violently with pent frustration…then ceased.

"I cant do it…"

~See…I told you didn't I? ~

"…"

~Oh come now..just admit that you're afraid. ~

"…stop….please?"

~Hm….fine. ~

He sat a few moments then finally satisfied that he was alone he dropped the wettened blade to the sink. He watched it fall as if it were a slow motion movie… the way it twisted and turned…the way it danced before it hit the sinks bottom. Once the blade lay motionless he sank to his knees with an emotionless face, and quaking hands now covered in his own sticky blood.

"What a way it would be…to leave behind my battered soul and this tormented mind. I think this is where it all comes out…my pouring point…shame…such a waste I am…"

He slowly climbed back to his feet then stopped when the haunted azure of his eyes caught his reflection. They slipped up and down his form sizing up the imperfections of his body scarred with past. He was too thin…too short…poor…a street rat for life…so much more less than what his friends were…no…his family.

"No wonder they hate me. I look just like I did back then, when I was on the streets…so gone…"

A strangled sigh escaped his lips and his eyes dropped down, catching sight of the fallen blade. For what seemed like an eternity he just stood and stared with all the hurt and anger in his heart shining in his eyes. Then suddenly…his hand darted out.

~What are you doing? ~

" Leave me be!"

~Idiot! Haven't you realized you have much to live for! ~

"They don't need me!"

~Why can't you see the importance you have in their lives! ~

"…sorry."

He grabbed the blade again and set it back on his wrist. His face was slick with tears as he reached his final decision with nothing that was going to stop him.

His numb fingers started to drag the solid steel through tender flesh and everything slowed as his wrist started to cry angry red.

"Our father…who art in heaven…hallowed be thy name…thy kingdom come…they will be done…on earth as it is in heaven…"

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