Chapter 1.
Do it. Do it. Do it. Do It. DO IT. DO IT! DO IT!DOITDOITDOITDOITDOIT—''ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, I WILL FUCKING DO IT! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!''
Finn shouted at the voice. Ever since Jake had moved out, things had turned upside down for the adventurer. Bubblegum wanted nothing to do with him it seemed, Marceline was too busy doing vampire things, and everyone seemed to not need a hero lately. He didn't know what to do with these feelings now that Jake was gone and couldn't cheer him up.
So imagine his surprise when he dropped his sword one day and accidentally cut himself that he discovered that it took those feelings away for a little while. He thought he was crazy, and ignored it until the feeling to do it again left him. But now it was back. And he couldn't, wouldn't ignore it anymore. He fumbled around his house tree hybrid until he found what he was looking for- a razor.
He didn't want this, but at the same time- he did. Very much so he wanted this. So he took a deep breath, exhaled, steadied his hand, and pulled across his forearm. He sucked in a quick breath- it stung. But it felt good. It was a distraction, he knew, something to take all the bad feelings away. But then again, what wasn't a distraction? He did it again- and again and again until his arm was stinging from elbow to wrist. He sighed contentedly, and began to clean the wounds. He noticed that they weren't deep, but they weren't shallow. 'Eh', he thought.' I've had worse.' But then his heart almost stopped when he thought of something else- people would see. People would think he was crazy, a danger. But then he knew he could wear his long sleeves and nobody would notice. He wore them every now and again; he knew they were long enough. Satisfied with his reasonability after that, he went to bed.