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A quick little drabble-thing I wrote from the p.o.v. of my lovely boy, Ghost. Very angsty, contains suicidal thoughts, and so on...

Pooling Waters

by Ghost Helwig

Later on he would blame himself, though he was never quite clear on why. But then... He had stayed when Wood repeatedly told him not to. He hadn’t wanted to, but his feet and his heart and his lungs and just everything inside him would not obey.

And so afterwards, it was almost natural to go for the blade.

He could’ve used Johnathan’s knife again, of course, even though he had given it away to keep himself from doing just that, but he hadn’t wanted to go through the trouble necessary to get it back. And he also knew that he was supposed to attempt this while in a tub full of warm water, but he didn’t want to die in an airless bathtub, surrounded on all sides by heartless walls. No, that was not for him. Even as furious with himself as he was, he could not do that.

So this time he tried it while hiding under the dock, hoping that this time he would not be found by family, by people he loved and who loved him in turn. Another reason to forego the bathtub idea, and just cut as deep as the razor could go...

So he did it, and, ironically enough, prayed... He hadn’t bothered with a note this time, hadn’t thought anything through, not with his mind full of Brad’s twisted razorblade futures and his insides full of Wood’s hot, sticky-

So no, he hadn’t thought, not really. Unusual for him, but he was starting to feel less and less like him as time wore on. Soon enough the Ghost he’d once been would be just a shade, a thought behind someone else’s eyes...

So really, he wasn’t killing himself, because he was long since dead and gone.

As his mind swirled lower and lower, darker and darker, he focused on the thought that maybe this time he would truly be breathing his last-

And a vision, not a dream or an imagining or a fantasy planted in him by a madman but a real and true vision, flashed in front of his mind’s eye.

Himself, soaked through with blood. A young man, no older than he, skinny and confused and looking shocked, ill. Another young man, younger but of an older bearing, bigger and more together even in the face of this horror, rushed forward, knelt beside him and searched frantically for his pulse. Having found it, though it was weak and sullied, like he was, like he’d rather die than be, like he was trying to kill himself before fully becoming, the young man ordered the other to call for help, to staunch the flow of his blood by applying pressure with his hands, and he knew it would work, suddenly, he knew that it would all work and he would live-

And that was what finally knocked the vision from him.

As he passed out, he, who never swore, even in his own mind, could not help but feel a soft but emotional “fuck”.

It seemed he could never do anything right. Even die.


Just so you know, the title "Pooling Waters" was meant more as a metaphor for Ghost, his feelings, his experiences, even the blood around him, but it isn't directly referenced in the story... It just kind of came to me.

Enjoy, anyone who reads this. Feedback is very appreciated.

...and thieves will be slaughtered.

^_^ Thank you, and have a hauntingly beautiful day. Peace, all.
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Date:December 9th, 2004 02:17 pm (UTC)
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ghost's Ghost, don't do it!! I'll save you! *jumps in teh water* OH GOD, IT'S COLD!!!!

*ahem* Sorry, temporary insanity...I liked this alot...heehee...Just say it all ready! CUM!! CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!!!

*runs away screaming*
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Date:December 14th, 2004 02:16 pm (UTC)
...you are very, very weird. ^_^ But I'm glad you liked it, m'dear!!
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Date:December 11th, 2004 04:56 pm (UTC)
Sad, depressing, touching... and sick. Not HIM sick, just... WRONG, y'know? But you wrote it well. The imagery was excellent.

Makes a certain someone a tad bit scared... but I suppose he'll get over it. Or he'll tie Ghost to a bed and be his nursemaid for the rest of eternity. That would work for him. He could care for ghosty that way and make sure nothing happened to him. Yup. That's the ticket...

And his paranoid, desperate brain needs shock therapy.

BTW, can I slaughter Mysticlynx now? She's crazy. Let's put her out of our misery! ^_^
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Date:December 14th, 2004 02:20 pm (UTC)
...that 'certain someone' is not paranoid or desperate, but wise & thoughtful (you think -he- needs help??), & he has the right to do whatever he wants to Ghosty, even *cough* 'tie him up'...

Ahem. Yes. Moving on... ^_~

I'm glad you liked it, I was really proud of this when I finished it... Not that Ghost is very proud of it, but -I- am...

...do whatever you wish to Mysticlynx. I wash my hands of the whole affair. *lol*
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