Short, Short Stories

Regrets.. Do I have them?

Blurry. Everything around me is blurry.

Even after I close and open my eyes, it's still blurry.

It hurts to breathe too. Even if I'm not moving. I feel like my lungs are gonna burst and my heart's in my throat.













I'm slowly breathing.















It's getting worse, I feel something dripping from my side.



















Voices.. I hear.. So many.. What do they want.. From me? Why are they calling my name so much?









Is.. Is he ok? Where is he.. That stubborn little shit...















Heh.. Is this how I'm gonna die? Pathetic, helpless, with all these thoughts in my head?



















Definitely not what I wanted, but if it puts me out of my misery..




















Honestly.. If I could talk, I'd tell that little shit to be more careful, even if he doesn't listen.



















Hah.. What am I saying? Why am I like this? Have I always been like this? Some delusional fool?

Why am I so paranoid? Is it because I don't want to lose anyone else? Just like how I lost them.. all those years ago?


















My eyelids... are definitely feeling heavier.. Why don't I just..



































He took a sharp inhale before closing his eyes. Relaxing all of his body. He smiled softly as he heard shouting and felt hands wrapping around his arms and shaking him awake. He could barely make them out, his consciousness fading away.

The boy simply let out a puff of air, before he took his last breath. 

"Goodbye, cruel world. I bet you won't miss me.."