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Warning: Deathfic... not very well done, but this was a class assignment and I really liked it. I thought I'd be nice and share...^^


"Don't you think he's pretty?"

I held my breath as I waited for his answer. A long stretch of silence seemed to saturate the whole room.

"No," he sighed, clearly annoyed. "I'm not gay." With that one word, I could feel my heart breaking as my world tumbled down around my feet. My eyes burned as I tried to blink back tears of shame. I stood stiffly, and without looking back at him, I made my way out of the cafeteria.

Once in the seclusion of my dorm room, I let my tears flood freely down my cheeks.

He was my only reason to live and now I know that my pleas for his attention and love were in vain. There was really no point to go on living in the sudden misery I brought upon myself.

Without breathing, I shuffled roughly through the top drawer of my dresser, in a desperate search of my one and only salvation. I slid the long thin blade out of its satin covering and carefully placed it into the palm of my hand. I ran my fingers over the sharp edge in haste, my stomach tightening with anticipation.

"This is where I want to be," I whispered gently, sliding the blade across my wrist. I gasped inaudibly as a rush of warm crimson fluid streamed across my arm in a vertical pattern to the floor. This was where I wanted to be.

And when I closed my eyes, I was home.

~*~ A/N: ?!? Why, you say? This was a complete waste, but still!