Soul Mate (UberHaxorNova)

Chapter 17: Life Sucks

Well, did I think I'd be bringing this POV back? Nope. Did I do it for pity? Nope. I did it for a friend. :)

Seamus ripped out the page in his diary with such force, he got a paper cut in the process. His blurry, tear-filled vision eyed the small cut and the line of blood dropping from his index finger.

How could I have written something so saddening.

He always knew one day was randomly going to be his time, but he had never done something like this. Ever since Aleksandr had come around, something changed inside Seamus. He was no longer dreading the day of his time, he imagined it. He day dreamed of it. He wanted it. Oh, how many days in a row has he sat in the bath tub with a razor to his wrist. He couldn't do it, though. And so, he wrote about his death in his diary. It was strange. Seamus could never bring himself to write out his death scene or anything at all about his death. He could only write about James. James crying for days. James curling up with Aleksandr. James just getting even closer to Aleks, once he got out of the way.

Seamus had been alone for the past few days. His parents worried about him, but he had toughened up his act. His attitude around people was different. He had his guard up as if it was unmovable, and his emotions were hidden easily. He became less bitchy, didn't say much anymore. He had a major case of all around bad attitude. The only reason for that being his knew technique of sarcasm. His sarcasm came anytime his parents knocked at his door.

For some reason, the sarcasm fluttered away when he thought of James. He tried so hard to just, give up. Give up on James. It wasn't like he was trying before, so why try to even be his friend now? He had Aleks. Aleks was all he ever needed. His dark, long, brown hair, and his maple orbs.

Oh, how Seamus envied Aleks.

All Seamus ever wanted was love. Love from someone he loved. He just wanted to be loved. All he ever wanted.

But, things don't always go the way someone would want it to.

And, so, Seamus was left in his room. Trying to build up whatever he could to attempt actually going through school tomorrow. He was going to do it. He promised himself he would do it. Though, he was almost certain he'd end up breaking the promise, he was going to at least try.

For the countless night in a row, Seamus went to bed sad. It was a step up from going to bed crying, but he was done with that. He forced himself to be done with it. And sleep over took him easily.

Yes, I just did. How can one end something like this so quickly? You're welcome, Seamus lovers. :) It's shorter than I wanted, but that's only because I didn't suspect it to go this way. More soon. :)