SilentExecution

TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This does have some cursing, though not much so... yeah. Aside from that it /does/ imply suicide and self-harm so please read with caution. and please don't hate me for this ;w; ~1 year ago~ "I gotta hang up now but I'll call you later ok?" "Yeah, ok. Sure... Don't forget me ok?" "I won't. Hehe. I promise." ... "Finally a break! Now to go call her." ... "Huh. No answer. Musta' gone to bed... I'll call her tomorrow!" ... I never heard from her in the following days. After about three days I just gave up. Phone service probably got cut. ~1 year later - Day 1~ "I gotta hang up now, ok? Love you Mom. Bye." I ended

It’s everywhere. This wonderful, wonderful red liquid… I could dance in it for hours. So warm… And with the cold hard ground beneath my feat it feels just perfect. I do admit I feel sorry for the people all this blood belongs to, but Daddy promised he would never take too much. Daddy wouldn’t go back on his promise... Right…? “Somebody help! Somebody please, help me!!!” I turn in the direction of the scream, a young boy with light brown hair and wide blue eyes staring at the sight before him. I am young and inexperienced in combat or defense… Or anything for that matter, so I turn all arou

Late at night, within a small house in a small village… A small, sickly child lays in bed drinking warm milk. “Mommy…” He calls out to his mother with a small, weak voice. “Yes Dear?” The boy’s mother sits beside him on his bed, stroking his hair. “What’s going to happen to me?” His eyes sparkle with tears as he looks up at his mother. “Well, Sweetie…” she tries her hardest to find the words to say, not wanting to upset her sickly son more than he already is, “Don’t you worry about it, all the doctors are sure you’ll be fine, just get some re

“Sakura… Sakura…” A young girl sings, humming a select few lyrics of her favorite song, Sakura, as she slowly rows her boat down the misty river, blossoming cherry trees lining the sides of the seemingly endless path of water. Her pale pink hair flowing lightly behind her, occasionally tangling with the falling blossom petals. Memories swim through her head. Memories of last year’s Cherry Blossom Festival. All the beautiful paper lanterns, the many Sakura trees, petals fluttering everywhere, the delicious food… And most importantly, her best friend. The friend she only sees during the festival. The frie