The world hated him. There were reasons too, he did things he shouldn't had. He destroyed families, he killed peoples, hurted them, took their everything but it was nothing compared to what the world was like now. The throne of Kanto in hand of Giov...
He suffocated under his own darkness wanting all of this to end.. This suffering, this pain, this despair.. This world, all of it.. His eyes shot open underwater looking at the surface of water with his blurry vision as he shot off his bath tub looking at the ceiling..
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The hot water dripped off his hair falling over his eyes looking at the bathtub now turned to red from his blood as he looked at his wet suit.. His hand went to his tie untying it and throwing it away slowly descending back into the bloody water closing his eyes.. This pain made him forget about it.. Just for sometime, 30 seconds, a minuite or 5 at most but it helped him.. The air bubbles escaped his mouth as he adjusted the nose clip over his nose to prevent water from getting in allowing himself to drown into this death..
He wanted to say something but couldn't.. Slowly his lung became heavy drawing out air from them after 50 seconds.. He clenched the bathtub tightly not wanting to get out.. The water was less suffocating than the guilt.. Time passed from seconds to minute.. His body shot up taking a deep breath after 3 minuites and 50 seconds running his hand over his face wiping his hair away..
Slowly he stood up from the tub after 5 hours of drowning himself throwing away his wet clothes grabbing a towel as he looked at the mirror at his reflection.. Did fate loved to play with him this much.. His eyes locked on something as his hand went there on it own..
"You know biting you is my kind of job.." A sweet voice whispered in his ears as he ran his hand over the various bites marks over his neck.. He never wanted them to heal, he prevented them from healing looking at his shoulder with similar teeth marks as he looked at himself..
"Diantha.." His voice croaked out as he slowly leaned down toward the ground level holding his head..
"No.." He begged to no one as his legs stood up once again forcing him to look at the mirror once again..
"AARRRGHH.." His right hand slammed on the wall breaking the mirror into pieces as he looked at every single of the shard which flew past him crashing on the ground looking at his bloodied hand as he clenched his fist.. Blood flowed out of his hand slowly cascading down his fingers dropping down on the ground as he slammed it against the wall again and again..
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