Disclaimer:I don't own anything.
This is my first time writing anything for Stargate:Atlantis, so please go easy on me!
Mentions of abuse and self harm, as well as hardcore drug use, if you don't like it, don't read it!
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July 18, 1972
He stared at his pale flesh, and at the shiny new blade his father had given him for his birthday.
He swallowed hard, and looked more closely at his pale, scarred skin, and then at the brand new hunting knife he held in his hand.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself, as he thought, "It's just another one, it'll take everything away...", then he took a deep breath, clenched his fingers even tighter, and plunged the knife as deep as it would go into his disfigured arm, and dragging the knife along the veins.
Blood exploded from his arm, splattering across the carpet, and the towels he'd layed out, splashing across his shirt front.
As the blood gushed in torrents out of his arm, he felt the sweet, savory taste of all of his pain vanishing from his weary, bruised body.
All of the pain quickly evaporated, leaving him alone, and feeling better.
He scooped up one of the towels, pressed it to his arm, breathing deeply, smiling.
He stayed like that for two minutes before pulling the towel away, and checking the make sure he had stopped bleeding.
Blood continued to gush from his arm.
He frowned, "It shouldn't be doing that, blood doesn't flow like that out of a vein, that only happens if you hit an artery, but the cut wasn't that deep."
He continued to stare at the torrents of blood, then he began to feel light headed.
He collapsed forward,"Oh my god, I hit an artery, I'm dying!"He began to panic, then he realized,"But I wanted to die, didn't I?"
He sighed, closing his eyes, waiting for the final, sweet release of death to come,"But what about Jeannie?!"
His eyes snapped open, "Jeannie!!"he screamed, grabbing at a towel weakly, attempting to stem the flow from his arm.
He struggled to hang on, then the door slammed open, and he saw a pair of Nike's. Jeannie.
He smiled weakly, and right before he lost consciousness, he heard a scream, "Rodney!!!"
"Help...me..."spluttered 14 year old Rodney McKay, blood splashing Jeannie's perfect white Nike's with crimson blood.
Then his whole world went black.