Last Day / Lust Duy

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Title: Last Day / Lust Duy
Rating : R? Once again no sex.
Spoilers : One Day / Unu Duy
Feedback : Pretty please? Even if you hated it.
Summary : He's finally released, to spend his last day of his life.



Things had changed over time. Luckily they had been able to get to him before he had bled to death. His cheek, hand and even tongue (a previous injury) had healed nicely. Ever since they had treated him when they had found him crying in his 'room' with the thorns in his hand and the autographed photo cutting his cheek, they had immediately helped him. No way was a patient of theirs going to die in their institution.


Since then, he had been on his best model behavior. No fights, no screams, in the days preceeding his screaming and yelling in front of the public computer terminal, they had briefly cut his Twitter time, but they soon saw his behavior and decided to bring his Twitter time back to the amount it had already been. They even praised him for his behavior!


And he was starting to speak normally again. No more  "Huw uru yuu duung tuduy?" but  "How are you doing today?" 


Time had gone by so quickly, and the day that he was fully cured was upon him. They released him and returned all his belongings to him when he had been institutionalized, his cellphone being one of the items.


He caught a cab. The ride was silent, what could one say to a cab driver to lessen the silence? Say his name and tell him why he had been institutionalized in the first place? Absolutely not. The man paid the cab driver his fee and told him to keep the change.



He got out of the cab with his suitcase, hadn't bothered putting it in the trunk and after watching the cab drive away after he had wished the driver a good day, the now free patient walked back into his house after time spent so long in that institution.
 

He immediately emptied his suitcase and pulled out the autographed picture of Cassidy Freeman. The thorns of the red rose had all been cut, and the photograph had become very bloody. He was amazed at how beautiful she still looked even if it had his blood on it.


He had heard from his calls to his mother that her maid had kept the house tidy. He was grateful for that. She had even bought him new supplies. The first thing he did was going into the living room and setting up the hearth. He tossed a few logs into the fireplace and then got a box of matches. He lit a match and let it fall into the fireplace, enveloping the living room in warmth.


Next were his laptop and some type of drink. He had always loved beer, had been drunk many times too, so he grabbed a few cases of beer. Not like he had many friends to keep in touch with and call up to say 'hey, I'm finally out of the looney bin, wanna hang? it'll be like old times?'


He started up his laptop while he popped open his first can. He spent quite some time online until he had been about to start his seventh. He always could take six beers, before he got drunk as he was about to type a message on his Twitter. 


Thank you all for being my friends. I will never forget you. So this is goodbye. he wrote and clicked on the "Update" button.


In seconds his message appeared. thesilentone: Thank you all for being my friends. I will never forget you. So this is goodbye.

 
He was about to go to the Settings page and delete his Twitter Account, when there was a sound of a reply. Tears slowly fell out of his eyes.


cassidyfreeman: @thesilentone I'll never forget you? Goodbye? Sounds like you're really leaving us in a sense. What's wrong?


He was too drunk to see it, it was just another @reply to him; yet a slight part of him knew.  He ended up logging out, not deleting his Twitter Account as he had intended.


No, they wouldn't be in time, not this time.


He stripped off his shirt so he was only wearing his briefs and pants, and started to go in the direction of his desk where he got out a roll of tape. He taped the bloodied picture very tightly to his chest. He turned to the fireplace and without thinking rolled into the burning fireplace, to be with Cassidy Freeman in all the warmth of the fire. The fire engulfed his chest and pants...


The End