So this is just something that kinda came to my mind while watching Wizards of Waverly Place. I just kinda noticed that Justin was always pushed around and it had to be affecting him in my mind. So I came up with this. I know that the characters might be a little OOC but whatever this is my fanfic so whatever.
I felt an array of emotions; Anger, embarrassment, jealousy, sadness, and hatred. It was nothing new. I had suffered from Alex's relentless torture for years. Not only that but I had been constantly under appreciated by Max. My parents were proud of me sure but I always felt this constant pressure to be better. I also knew that if my parents knew the truth about me, the flow of pride towards me would end. But how did I get to this?
It all started when Alex had brought that stupid cab back to life. Once again she had managed to become the spot light when I was actually trying. Feeling embarrassed, I retreated to my room as coolly as I could and once I was out of their sight I ran to my room. My face felt hot and warm tears fell down my cheeks. Why was I crying? I'm a guy. Guys don't cry. God I hated myself so much. With school and wizard training I wasn't sure how I had managed so well to make everyone think I was ok.
Once in my room, I shut the door and the tears turned into sobs. Why was I getting like this? I couldn't take the crying anymore and I reached over to my bedside table and used my wand to make the tears stop flowing. When I was finally in control of myself again I walked into my bathroom to take a shower. With the hot water flowing over me I felt myself start to fully calm down again.
If only Alex could just see the pain that she was causing me. It was so unfair. Sure she got in trouble but goddamnit she just never actually stopped and she never changed. She could get away with murder, as long as it didn't involve magic. And suddenly I could feel the tears welling up again. Damnit no! I wouldn't cry again. I turned off the water and then stepped out of the shower. Then I noticed the razor blade sitting on the counter. I picked it up tentatively. The cold piece of metal felt soothing under my fingertips.
Suddenly the feelings and the damned tears welled up again. Before I knew what was happening the blade was pushing into my skin and I was dragging it along my forearm. The cut was shallow and took a few seconds before it started to bleed. I did it once more, a little deeper this time. Then I put down the razor and ran the two cuts on my wrist under some cold water. It stung for a second and soon the bleeding had stopped. It was weird but somehow I felt satisfied inside. It had relieved something inside of me.
After getting dressed, I pulled on a sweater, for obvious bright red reasons. When I went to bed that night I felt the slight throbbing of my pulse in my wrist. What had I started?
Sorry this chapter is super short, I hope to have a new one up with the next couple of hours. Please leave reviews, I love them and in fact I live off them. If you don't leave a review I might die :)