"Save me from myself."
That day you said those words with such dull eyes was the day I realized you were too far gone. In my powerlessness to save you from the abyss holding you hostage, I had to watch you walk away.
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In which a suicidal addict an...
⚠️ This story contains heavy manga spoilers for Tokyo Manji Revengers ⚠️ ⚠️ Graphic depictions of assault, trauma, PTSD, self harm, suicide, depression, panic attacks, underage smoking, stalking, child abuse, drug abuse/addiction, and extreme violence ⚠️
Please read the warnings before you proceed, this book is not for the faint of heart. All characters will be around 24 in the present and 15-17 in the past
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[Name] [Last Name] was someone who did anything to survive.
He stole, he sold and he fought.
There was once a person who could've stopped him from walking the path of darkness all alone, and gone into the light instead.
But that person was dead, just like everyone else in his life.
[Name] [Last Name] was cursed.
He didn't look like his mother, father or anyone else in his family because he was an unlovable monster born from equally unlovable people.
All this cursed monster knew to do right was fight and stand still so people could see his attractivity and take pity on him.
"Survive." An old friend said.
"Survive for us."
And so he kept on moving forward alone on this dark path, holding the final words of countless people on his back until he could barely take a single step. Their words grabbed onto his legs and never let him go free.
"Live."
He didn't know what it meant to live.
"...can you hold my hand? I'm scared to die alone."
He wasn't even given time to grieve their deaths because they kept on coming one after another.
"Fight, [Name]."
That was all he could do.
"Don't worry, I won't die from something like this... Just let me close my eyes for a second and then we'll go to that ramen shop you like."
He died with his eyes still open, his eyes filled with tears and regrets that [Name] carried with him.
"I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die, [Name]!"
Countless times, he heard the sentences people said to him as they died in his arms.
He carried the sins, regrets and ambitions of so many people but could never let anyone else ease the tiniest bit of weight for him.
What was keeping him alive? Guilt? Retribution? Pure misfortune?
This was the monster cursed with life, [Name] [Last Name].
