Title: This is Me
Summary: My scars are who I am. Every cut represents the fact that I am alive and can feel pain, unlike Ash, who has moved on from this life and can't anymore.
Genre: Angst, slight romance... I guess...?
A/N: This is more or less an apology ficlet for not updating Locked in a Building... SORRY, MINA! Enjoy this depressing fic though.
WARNINGS: Cutting, character death, stuff like that. Pretty depressing.
It's been two years.
He's still not out of my mind.
That day, he just... disappeared.
I found him three weeks later.
Bloody, covered with gashes, and dead.
Dead.
Deceased.
Gone.
I had screamed and cried, and those were the last things I ever felt.
Now my life is filled with pain.
So much pain.
Cuts here, slices there, blood everywhere.
Scars on all surfaces.
Razors all over this apartment.
Reminding myself.
I can't go, like he did.
All attempts stopped by them.
They call me a "monster" and talk about how happy I used to be.
They judge me by my cuts.
My scars.
The dried blood I don't bother to wash off.
Well, that's who I am now.
Nothing they can do to change it.
It's been like this for a while now.
But I still have the pictures I could have burnt.
Why?
Why can't I just burn them and move on?
Why do I have to subject myself to all these cuts and scars?
Because.
My scars are who I am.
They represent the fact that I've lost hope in life.
They represent that sadness has taken my life.
Happiness was stupid anyways.
People don't understand they'll lose everything one day.
Stupid.
Those are my thoughts.
That is life.
And this,
Well, this...
This is me.
Um... Hope you enjoyed that...?
Really. Tell me what you think!
And for the record, I had this idea for a while now, so I DIDN'T give up on Locked in a Building.
Reviews are VERY MUCH welcome!