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Fanfic: Dream of Death
Subtitle: Traum vom Tod
Chapter: Dream of Death
Title: Dream of Death
Part: 1/1 (One-Shot)
Author: Hi-chan
Fandom: Own series
Disclaimer: the dream is mine <<
Contact: hi-chan@gmx.net
Pairing: none ... right?
Rating: PG
Warning (s): drama, darkfic, self-insert
Dedication: to all who have similar dreams ...
Comment: A mini-story that I once wrote as a blog entry. ^^ "
~ * Dream of Death * ~
I have had a dream for some time. A dream that I want to die in.
It is said that dying and wanting to die are not the same thing. Yes that's true. Still, I don't want anything more fervently. I sink into the sea of grief and despair, where there are no rocks that are called hope and to which one can cling.
The tears, otherwise called the water, flood me, take away the air - the will - to breathe.
I try to scream but no sound comes out of my lips. There is nobody here anyway. The dream seems so real that I can even feel the stabbing pain in my chest.Or is that not a dream at all? Is it the reality I forgot how to distinguish between dream and reality.
I close my eyes and instinctively reach into the darkness. My cold hand closes around the cool blade and a slight smile falls on my dry lips.
Carefully, almost tenderly, I play with the razor blade, slide it through my fingers and open my eyes again. I don't even feel the cold tiles anymore. I slowly turn to the sink and stand up with wobbly legs. I stare in the mirror with a mad smile as I gently slide the blade over my left forearm. My face looks empty, expressionless.
The first cut is the deepest, but it hardly hurts. The blood seeps silently into the sink. Another cut. Again a warm, red beam glides over my skin. Soon I won't be counting the cuts anymore. I know that maybe I won't die from it.One final cut, deeper than anyone else, close to the wrist and the artery - that's what I still have to do.
My senses are slowly fading, I am beginning to lose consciousness. No not yet! It's not done yet ...
The instrument of salvation just lightly brushes my wrist before I tip over backwards. Maybe that was enough after all? The fall seems to last forever. When I finally almost reach the ground, warm arms catch me. I look weakly through my strands of hair into your face, smiling despite concern.
I have had a dream for some time. A dream in which I want to be saved.
Part: 1/1 (One-Shot)
Author: Hi-chan
Fandom: Own series
Disclaimer: the dream is mine <<
Contact: hi-chan@gmx.net
Pairing: none ... right?
Rating: PG
Warning (s): drama, darkfic, self-insert
Dedication: to all who have similar dreams ...
Comment: A mini-story that I once wrote as a blog entry. ^^ "
~ * Dream of Death * ~
I have had a dream for some time. A dream that I want to die in.
It is said that dying and wanting to die are not the same thing. Yes that's true. Still, I don't want anything more fervently. I sink into the sea of grief and despair, where there are no rocks that are called hope and to which one can cling.
The tears, otherwise called the water, flood me, take away the air - the will - to breathe.
I try to scream but no sound comes out of my lips. There is nobody here anyway. The dream seems so real that I can even feel the stabbing pain in my chest.Or is that not a dream at all? Is it the reality I forgot how to distinguish between dream and reality.
I close my eyes and instinctively reach into the darkness. My cold hand closes around the cool blade and a slight smile falls on my dry lips.
Carefully, almost tenderly, I play with the razor blade, slide it through my fingers and open my eyes again. I don't even feel the cold tiles anymore. I slowly turn to the sink and stand up with wobbly legs. I stare in the mirror with a mad smile as I gently slide the blade over my left forearm. My face looks empty, expressionless.
The first cut is the deepest, but it hardly hurts. The blood seeps silently into the sink. Another cut. Again a warm, red beam glides over my skin. Soon I won't be counting the cuts anymore. I know that maybe I won't die from it.One final cut, deeper than anyone else, close to the wrist and the artery - that's what I still have to do.
My senses are slowly fading, I am beginning to lose consciousness. No not yet! It's not done yet ...
The instrument of salvation just lightly brushes my wrist before I tip over backwards. Maybe that was enough after all? The fall seems to last forever. When I finally almost reach the ground, warm arms catch me. I look weakly through my strands of hair into your face, smiling despite concern.
I have had a dream for some time. A dream in which I want to be saved.