Despair of an allstar

Everything was breaking, small cracks started to invade his mind, he was certainly not ready for this. His mind was falling down to pieces, falling into sadness, regret and loneliness. Stupid. Worthless. Dumb. Idiot. Fool. Trash. Stupid. Worthless. Dumb. Idiot. Fool. Trash. Those words wandered through the All-Star’s mind, and couldn’t keep them out of his head.

  “…Please answer.”

  Kuwata sat in his room, hysteric and just looking at himself in the mirror. After watching for three, long ,minutes, the red-head found himself punching the mirror. “Stupid…STUPID STUPID!” Leon screamed to himself, bursting out into tears, small, crystal tears. He was supposed to be strong…but, how could he deal with this? That’s all he thought to himself, before hiding in his pillow. After a while of small sobbing, he grew back to his own mind…at least he thought so.

  “…Enoshima? Are ye there…?”

  Blue, desperate hues wandered through the room, trying to find something desperately. After throwing things, breaking decorations and his own mind, he finally found it. The things that would calm him down, the small box filled of happiness for him. Cigarettes. Leon, in a desperate move grabbed the box, and took out a small object out of it, to light it and insert it into his mouth. The red-head felt relieved, he had freed his mind, using the worst and most amazing thing he had ever had, drugs.

  “…Yer there. That’s good to know…s-sweetie.”

  After five minutes, Leon Kuwata had ran out of them, just to see the small tubes of pleasure escape his hands, still with light on the tip of them. His strong colored ocean eyes stared at the cigarettes, quickly regretting it all. But in an instant…all he could feel, was pain. He had inserted one of those lightened cigarettes into his arm, burning it so he could feel the pain he needed, he had to hurt himself, feel the worst pain possible. He was stupid, unbearable. What was the pleasure of living? There was none. The opinion he had, the “Casanova of Hope’s Peak Academy”, “The Ladiesman of Hope’s Peak”, had gone. He was completely corrupted, thanks to his change of heart. It was…despairing.

  “E-Enoshima…we need to talk.”

  His mind was invaded by negative thoughts, and quickly turned into a mess, tears, blood, burns were on his body, but this wasn’t enough. He fucked up, he felt like he had to die. His heart was breaking, and he felt like in any instant he could simply close his eyes and would never open them, again. It would be better, than having felt low, from living high his entire life, and now? He was just a worthless piece of trash left in the dumpster, and he felt like he needed more suffering. As the sharp, metal blade cut his wrist, Leon’s cries were heard all over the room, but he wouldn’t stop. His skin, torn apart, his wrist, filled of blood dripping, and it wouldn’t stop.

  “…I think…We need to separate.”

  Cuts all over his left wrist, burning on his arm, and tears bursted out of his eyes. He was…he suffered. More than he needed, it was…in a way, arousing. His usual attitude was corrupted by sad thoughts, and all he could do was cry it all out. It was a war, good and bad, all on his mind. He was lost on his thoughts, until the door opened, spontaneously.

“…K-Kuwata-kun?”

Sayaka Maizono’s blue orbs looked at the hurt body, and busted out into an outrage, she was…worried for him. “K-KUWATA-KUN! D-DON’T DO THIS!” She screamed, hugging his lost, alive body. All Kuwata could do, is drop the razor, and just look at his body, consciously. He just let out a scream, and hugged Maizono, the girl he wanted since the beginning.

  “…It’s what it means, I don’t want to be with you. I’m sorry, goodbye.”

 Beep. Beep. Beep.