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| Cipher | Jan 17 2013, 04:10 PM Post #1 |
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The Squishiest of All Wizards.
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(This is linked to Scar Tissue) Shu Mikami looked down from the roof of the hospital. Despite taking anti-depressants, despite drinking all of the coffee in the world, nothing would work to calm his depression, nothing would fill the emptiness inside. If anything, the anti-depressants only made him sleep more, and made him have more nightmares. The caffeine on the other hand, in its working to combat the side effect of drowsiness, had made him sick to his stomach. Something that had rarely happened before and boggled his mind. "Why!?" Shu yelled as if to no one but himself. Why would he continue his lonely existence as the stuttering scientist? That boy no one really cared for and hadn't cared for? Why did he bother even trying to keep it all in? All of the resentment he had built up from his childhood, all of the hatred he felt for his parents. His mother for abusing him, his father for never being there. Why did he even try to keep himself around when he blended in like a grey blob amongst a million other grey blobs? Why? Just... why? Shu sighed, and reached into his coat pocket, there they were, in a small white bottle. Pills that could easily choke a man with their sheer size. He sighed and reached into his other pocket, producing a bottle of water. He laid them out in front of him, this was the end of it all. Even after one appointment, he was tired of the doctors, even after one day in the psych ward, he was done with hospitals. So he withdrew his weapon, stepped back, and fired. The water bottle seem to explode, spewing water all around it until it was empty, the pill bottle, on the other hand, was taken once more, and thrown as far as he could manage off the top of the hospital. He didn't bother to look down. "With the birds, I'll gladly share this lonely view." He sighed softly, before sitting down once more, in the cold. Alone at last. No more thoughts, Shinigami was quiet. The world was, for once, at peace. That was, unless someone decided to walk through the door now, after hearing the gunshot, and ask what had happened. Edited by Cipher, Mar 16 2013, 11:30 PM.
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