its been some time so here's a little story
the pain makes it better...
blood ran down his arm leaving a new scare to the many he smiled as the sting of the hot water hit the new cut .reminding him his still human and still feels .
the blood is satisfying ...
he cuts more to see the crimson shades that help so him he is normal
the feeling never leaves ...
at school they all pick on him for being different ,to tall ,to skinny , to pale...he doesn't talk in fear of stuttering ...he hides at lunch to avowed beatings from classmates...ones who were friends years ago ...
the night mares are worse then reality ...
he sees ever thing that mattered to him ,how it all vanished and he could save them ...any of them because he was so weak ...the blood haunts his mind staining any happiness and the screams drowning the laughter ...
dyeing is all he wants ...
running the bath for the last time... he breathes a calming breathe and climbs in ...the water is hot ,and the razor is shape ...one last cut he thinks to himself ,one last time ...he doesn't write anything on his arm or leaves a note ...no one cares for him theres no point ,he lays in the red water with tears running down his face and a small smile on his now pale lips.
but he leaves one behind ...
A single blonde haired boy sobs over the grave of his friend ,he whishs he could have help ...if only he knew ,he would have saved him ...he would have loved him ...he would have ...he still does even now cutting his wrist over his loves grave ..he will be with him again soon.