The streets of the little neighborhood at the outskirt of Tokyo were quiet, and almost eerily so. Now and then a lone dog barking in the distance could be heard, or group of kids who were up to no good talking to each other and laughing. Yet these were few and far between, just like the cars passing by, casting a momentary light over the otherwise dark street.
Seated against the wall of a tall building in an alleyway was a jersey wearing young man, his long bangs casting a shadow over his jade green eyes, making them unidentifiable to anyone passing by, if that were even to happen at this hour and in this location. They did their job of hiding the tears spilling onto his cheeks well, however, so Dominic had little reason to complain. With the back of his filthy hand he wiped them, muttering inaudible something to himself before wrapping his fingers tightly around the neck of the spirit bottle next to him.
"Damn this all," he whispered bitterly, tightening his grip of the bottle, lifting it up slightly to gaze into it. There was barely any alchohol left. He grimaced, and then suddenly he froze. There was the sound of a movement somewhere nearby. His heart lurched and his eyes widened as he pressed himself against the ally wall, hoping to go unnoticed to whomever might be there. Soon enough, however, he dark shadow flitted out from behind a container, revealing itself to be a stray cat. Dominic sighed, relaxing slightly as he pulled his knees close to his chest and shut his eyes, shivering with cold.
I don't want to do this anymore, Dominic thought to himself, gritting his teeth and holding his head tightly between his palms. His whole being was shaking as silent sobs escaped his lips
. I don't want to, I don't want to...please...someone, let me die. Let me die... "I can't stand this any longer. I don't want to, I don't want to..." his whisper was shaky and his voice thick with emotion. More tears rolled down his cheek and again, he tried to wipe them. They trickled down his wrist, mingling with the blood running from his self inflicted wounds.
He had already relinquished all hope that anything would ever change, and long since had Dominic turned his back on God. He knew he would never be able to break this evil circle had been forced into by himself- so what reason was there for him to live? All he had ever wanted was to feel true happiness, but every time, just as he thought he had it... it slipped away from him. Almost like it had never been there in the first place. If life granted him nothing but pain and suffering, what reason would there be for him to struggle? If he had nothing left to hold on to, why not just let it all go? Even Dominic realized there was no reason behind the choice of continuing to force yourself thorough a never ending maze of agony. For him, there was no hope.
"I just want it all to end," Dominic stared at his bloodied hands for quite a while before shaking his head and curling up tighter, shutting his eyes.
I don't want to do this anymore...Somewhere over in the distance, the sun lazily began to rise over the horizon, casting out all of the looming shadows and bathing the world in a glorious, luminous light. Morning was upon Tokyo.
Little did Dominic- or any of the other few individuals selected by fate; realize what was lurking deep within these shadows- or what was to come.
