I want to cry, I want to scream. It hurts when I cut myself.
I hide my thin razor blade in my drawer, admiring my arms. So many thin cuts…
Pulling my toga and tights off, someone knocks. I rummage in my drawers, finding a white sweatshirt and black, baggy pants. They cover my cuts.
Lady Palutena said not to worry, that I'm always loved, that I am important-recently, I guess, I've been sad and depressed. Not even ice cream makes me happy.
Link makes me happy. It's a butterfly-y feeling. Lady Palutena once told me its love.
I cut myself because Link will never love me. *sniff*
"Pit! I want to talk to you!" Peach calls, obviously happy.
"Okay!" I say cheerfully. I want Link to talk to me.
After I make sure my cuts are covered, I unlock the door.
"That suits you, Pit! Anyway, I and Zelda are a couple! I'm so happy!" She smiles, hugging me. I squirm, wanting out. "Marth, Ike, Link, and everybody's happy for us…although, he's worried about you…"
I keep smiling. Peach used to like me. I" said no, but gave her a kiss on the cheek. She was really sad.
She locked herself in the bathroom and cried and cried and cri-
"PIT! Did you not here me?"
-*sigh*
"A little bit." I say, fidgeting with my hair in my face. She frowns. "Pit, you need to stop moping and eat. And we miss you, the most innocent of us all."
She ruffles my hair in a sisterly way, then proceeds to drag me downstairs.
"PIT!" Screams Link, knocking the Chaos Kin out of me with a hug.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"I yell, pushing away. I blush. Pit doesn't curse. Pit loves hugs.
"I'm sorry…why are you wearing normal clothes?" Link says, obviously upset. Tears are pricking his oceanic eyes.
"I'm sorry! I'll take this!" I whisper-scream, snatching the chocolates from the freezer. "I just felt like it…"
I run upstairs, finding Marth and Ike making out in the hallway. They're so happy. I wanna be like that with Link! *sniff*
I run into my room, silently closing it. Placing the chocolates on my bed table, I dig for the stupid razorblade, find it, and cut deeply into my arm. Blood gushes, but I don't care.
I whine at the thoughts everybody will have when I'm dead.
I position the blade in front of my heart. "I'll miss you,Link," Then I stab.