Broken: One shot
For a contest
Disclaimer: I own all in the story. Thanks.
Warning: If you are sensitive to suicide, please don’t read. It’s kind of depressive. Just a warning. Enjoy.


So much regret in a single person. Building up like a skyscraper. The feeling would end up bursting, but staying stationary. Minds confused, overly depressive emotion overflowing like a cup of tea, staining white tablecloth.

The feeling Ty had as he lied in the lonely cell. Everything was gone. Purely gone. The death of a loved one by his hands. The leaving of another by his doing. The killing of a thousand people by his other half. What else was he to blame himself for? The feeling of lose, fear, anger, depression... all mixed into one. The mind was an empty shell without these emotions humans dwelled upon, but why did they have to be so painful? So locked up into one mind. Everything blurring like a fog. The mind could only hold so much before it vanished, became broken, lost. Confusion enveloped the fog, drowning out all pain to physical body. Had he not been in such a state, the horrible lashing and abuse would have already driven him mad, over the edge, past his breaking point. Nothing to do but wait… be patient… see if the unmistakable truth and future would become clear. Not to drowned in the pool of black that was getting closer and closer each passing minute his brain strived on any subject. Apathetic emotions. Enough to already hurt past the scorching blood and agony.

How much loss could he bare to have? The one he held so dear, so close to his heart, disappearing. Was this another nightmare? Vision of death and decay? Points of no return lingering in every corner, ready to rip you to shreds if you got near? No. Reality. Cruel sick torturous reality. It had ripped away his other, away from his heart, away from physical body and soul. Ty could still remember, feel, smell, taste, hope. Remember all the moment he felt content, happy, close to his other. The one he held so dear to his heart. The broken, shattered, crumpled and stepped on organ he needed, the person he loved keeping it so cherished with their soul. But that soul was somewhere else, far away. Deep in the blackness he dare not cross to, in fear of losing himself. Ty kept his mind sheltered by staying in the numbness. The faded cold feeling he felt every time he thought about anything, a pang of freezing ice, melting away only by the touch of that single person. That person that he had lost, his own fault. No more tears to be shed, blood curling cries to be heard, sharp objects to be infused into the skin, ripping apart the tissue and muscle, causing scars. But the feelings still dwelled within, staying to eat away at the skull. Guilt being the worst of it all. No one to say sorry to, to hug and say you didn’t mean what you said, did, heard, and feared.

Curling in on himself, the boy weakly recalled the gentle touch to his skin. Careful, safe, not ready or willing to harm him in any way. There to protect him, and himself to protect the other. The comfort they both deserved. Comfort which had been lost for what felt like forever. With each passing second of ticking time the comfort got further and further into the abyss. Broken and shattered into the cold hunger that feasted to drag him below, prying the real world into the nightmarish designation. The utter, unwilling madness that held its grips on the man within his second personality. An unheard of end to all that were willing to survive the harsh grasp of the real world. Ty felt himself choke up, straining to stay away from his own thoughts. The difficulty of even that was apparent; strain on his mind could shatter the small utopia of fog that held him down to believe in the future. To be willing to wait, bleed, die for the small thing he owned. The simple person he needed so dearly in this time, to help him get out.

With so much and so little at stake by doing what they both thought was right, Ty had ended up here. Destroyed by the lies. Vanquished by what he truly was, what his other half had done, the horror he had caused. And yet… being able to numb it all out was an accomplishment. The ability to kill all pain and loss, crumbled hope and frustration, fear and depression beyond his own comprehension, was almost a miracle in his eyes. The agony still remained. What he had done was so fresh in his mind, even after countless days and nights in the cage. Claustrophobia was an effective tool, the fear overwhelming. Walls closing in, crushing you, killing you. Heart racing, fear escalating into panic and horror. The minds peace dieing into pure death defying fear. The thoughts of death lingering even after walls had stayed still, unmoving, harsh and cold. Even that had disappeared into nothing. The horror had vanished. There was no one to smack him awake from this nightmare, this real death that was soon to come. But there was one hope. One simple hope. The person his dreams had destroyed so many times over, and he still believed they would come. Without understanding the reason, tears rolled down his face, staining his blood dried skin. Blank stares only came to hurt the eyes, the vision. Sight impaired were lucky and cursed. Hearing deficient were enveloped in this silence. So many different things that could be birth defective. But he was trapped with emotions. Emotions that continued building up until…

Ty couldn’t take it any longer. His person wouldn’t come. The loneliness rate escalated to fully rage in his chest. Optimism turning into sheer pessimism, destroying the cover of fog. Chills went to blizzards within his vanquished heart and feeling, everything spiraling down. More tears, screams, shattering hold on the chains that held him down. The darkness would take him away. Finally away. Death. The attempts at breaking away seemed so far, distant, dead. The darkness was taking him in, killing the outer world. And then... a hand. Simple touch against cold, damaged skin. Soft… loving. Wiping the tears away. Ty’s choked out ravaged screams faded… darkness slowing, allowing him a look at the owner of the hand. White hair, green eyes… perfect, smooth skin. He had come. To deal with the job, to finally bring him peace. The cold metal was placed against his temple, barrel against skin. This was what had been expected, but the pain just escalated. A few words. Just a few simple words.

“Before the deed is done… hear me out….” His other froze, the blanket of cold in the cell growing to freezing. Ty sensed the relaxation between them to be far away, wanting to save it by capturing it within his grasp. To hold onto this last moment, to feel the warmth of the person he had been waiting for. Longing, needing. This was the last moment. “I love you.”

The words had never been spoken before, the first time they had even been uttered or said so truthfully from his lips. This had to be done. This had to be the end. The gun to his head... the trigger just begging to be pulled, putting him out of this deadly gruesome place. The feeling of lips against his own was an overpowering blast of relief, himself kissing back lightly. Sensations of what he felt warping around his body, the element of what was love encasing him in his happiness. Yes. This is exactly what it should have felt like. When all was lost and meaning to disappear, he needed the person that made the feeling of fear vanish. And here they were. Ready to help him. The closure, their final moments. Exactly how he requested to be saved.

“I’ll be right behind you. We’ll die together...”  Their voice. Ty had been begging to hear it against, after so long of it not in his mind. Behind him, together. They’d see each other against after it was all over. The destruction of their world, the killing of thousands, the pain, loneliness, sadness, depression, anger and turmoil would forever come to a close with this one last frightful moment. “I love you too…”

And Ty couldn’t help but cry. The tears poured out of his eyes, sadness and fear enveloping what he had, in the past, wanted so dearly. Saving by the one he loved, in the way he had requested. He clung to his love, one last touch. Everything was already going numb as the gun was cocked lightly, the trigger the last thing having to be dragged and pulled into open fire against his head. Sobbing. Pure horror and fear. Happiness and sadness. Need and want. The one he loved was so close, and they would be together forever. After this would be their impending end.

The trigger was pulled. Gun shot last thing to be heard. Lips against his own last thing to be felt. Tears last thing to be released. Then there was the darkness. Death.

So much to regret in a single person. Like a stupid skyscraper, emotions were built and collapsed. Broken.