{Saru Fushimi x Misaki Yata} All Because Of Me

Why Can't You Just Wake Up

(Hey! I hope you like this update and also I'm done trying to find amv's (Anime music video's) So I'm just going to have nightcore in it's place x3 Anyways... Thanks for reading!!)

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Saruhiko's P.O.V

I watched as Misaki shivered in the bed. I had piled as many blankets as I could find on him, however, he was still shivering and his skin was pale and cold as ice. I was holding his hand, his limbs were all so painfully thin it was almost hard for me to look at him. Miku was sitting on a broken down wheelie chair, spinning around.

"Are you sure we shouldn't call an ambulance or something?", she asked clearly worried, biting her nails as she spun around on the chair, starring at the ceiling.  

"No, If any member of HOMRA found out I will be dead before I could explain what actually happened,", I said looking away. What happened to you Misaki?, I thought, What's wrong, What's changed?  I watched as he began to slowly become restless. 

"JUST LET ME DIE!"

Misaki had yelled out so loudly that his voice had cracked, and it had made Miku fall out of the chair in surprise. I hadn't even noticed until now,that his eyes were red and his face was streaked with tears, still pouring from his eyes. Coating his pale face.

"Misaki!", I yelled as he began to writh around, his hands now placed firmly around his neck, choking himself to death. I was hardly aware of Miku as she screamed and ran out of the room.

"MISAKI!", I yell as loud as I can, shaking him as he attempts to choke himself. Nothing happens. It sounds like he's trying to scream but he can't. Nothing comes out as his mouth hangs open, gaping and gasping for a breath that he could not take. And at that moment I did the only thing I could think of.

I brought my fist down and across his face. It hurt me to do so as my fist hit his nose, blood pouring out. I felt tears dripping down my face as I did so. It's just your job, I tell my self,  I watch Misaki's fingers loosen around his neck and fall to his lap, as he passes out. I watch almost in slow motion as he falls back to the bed, he's limp ,almost lifeless and I glimpse up his sleeve, something that almost stops my heart. I cover my mouth, bracing for the worst. I pull up Misaki's  sleeve as he lays there so still, and peacful looking, even though his face in contorted in sadness and his eyes are still pouring tears. What I see is many cuts, ranging in the deep and long to the shallow and short, some new and some old. There were scars and scabs. I let my knees fall to the floor, landing painfully. 

That's why you were never around ever since Mikoto died.

You were cutting...

Hoping you would die...

Afraid of anyone seeing how much you were hurting...

Afraid of me seeing and hurting you again with my cold words...

This is all my fault, I thought, If I'd just...

Just what? A voice said.

I don't know...

I don't know what I could have done to prevent this...

I should have never left...

This is all my fault...

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(Soooooo... Depressing rite?...... Okay so If you have been waiting for the Gay Train to Arrive , It will be pulling in very soon..... hehe....)