Troublemaker #1
A/N: Ok so, at first this chapter sucked horribly so now that I actually have proper grammar skills, and the ability to HAVE a good idea and stick to it, I think this re-write will be just fine. Enjoy !
"AHHHH!" screamed the mismatch-
eyed boy. He tried to tear the blade away from his arm but he couldn't. Cringing , the young boy pressed the blade in deep and dragged it down his left forearm. He slowly brought the blade down his arm again, deeper this time. He wanted to see the blood before he threw the blade somewhere.
He couldn't take it anymore, the insecurities, the anger, he just felt so lonely. No one was there for him it seemed. All of his thoughts poured into his blade as he cut as much flesh as he could without being caught.
" My father hates me,"
A thin slice to the arm.
" My mother doesn't seem to care,"
A slice dangerously closer to his wrist than it should've been.
" My brother even thinks I deserve to die, no one cares."
No one cares
That thought in particular made the boy drive the blade deeper into himself, the pain causing him to gasp.
The boy's eyes went from blue-purple to an Odd purple. The young man looked down at his arms. He'd have a lot of issues explaining the cuts if he were found out. "Not again," the boy thought as he surveyed the damaged he caused. Lately he had noticed this feeling of depression increasing and encasing him. He was supposed to be the protector, but he couldn't even protect himself.
These dreams, these memories they couldn't and refused to go away. They ate at him to the point of destruction, almost to the point where he couldn't help.
Letting go, the boys' eyes turned back into blue. Sora shook his head, pulled on his sweater, and cried into his hands.
It exhausted him to no end . That inner pain that he had to deal with every day. That fake smile that felt more like a mask, and less like a ruse. He'd gone insane he thought. This wasn't your normal teenage stress. This was something that couldn't be fixed with pills and a talk with some random stranger every month. This was something that someone needed major shock therapy .
It scared Sora to no end that this was happening to him. This weird moment where he blacks out only to see that he was in pain, and that his pale skin had yet another scar on it that didn't belong. He honestly wanted this to stop be he didn't know how. He was too scared to even try to save himself.
He found that usually after one of his fits, he really couldn't sleep. So, after tossing the blade to the side, he went out into the hallway rubbing his eyes and making sure no one else was awake. Deeming it safe, he made his way to the medicine closet that was by the bathroom. He pulled out a purple bottle that said 'Nyquil', and choked a third of the burning liquid down before returning to his room and reaching under his bed. Sora got out a small box that had small hearts over it, and pulled the top off.
He reached in, and picked up a picture of a silver haired boy, no older than six, holding up a fake sword, a peace sign, and wearing a knight costume. Smiling, Sora went to look at another picture, this one had him and the same boy smiling into the camera with toothy grins and a sea-salt ice cream pop in each of their hands.
Feeling drowsy, Sora willed himself to look at one more picture before going to bed. It was his favorite, one that he took himself actually. It was again, him and the same boy , this time holding hands and a picture of one another in another hand. Sora was blushing with a small smile placed on his face as the silver-haired young man gave him a peck on the cheek.
The brunet sighed and put the pictures back in the box before reclosing it and putting it back in its proper place.. Sora yawned and stretched before getting into bed. Sometimes it was easier to remember the old days than to keep wishing for them back.
Sora thought there wasn't anything on this earth that anyone could wish for, that this really was pointless, But no one can really run from 'this' what ever it was to you.
He thought he knew all this. He made this all up in his mind, not really knowing that it was his own words dropping him down into despair.
But he never knew that he did secretly wish in his mind. And that wish for his knight in shining armor was to be granted as well.
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Notes: Yeah so that was my new edit for the time being. I needed some time to re fix the re fix and then re edit the re edit. Thanks for all your wonderful support and all. I honestly appreciate it.
