A/N: I'm feeling morbid today. This is very dark and twisted – you have been warned. Contains self-harm.
Robin watched as the dark liquid dripped slowly down from the pale skin onto the cream carpet. Drip, drip, drip. He didn't like the carpet anyway. He never liked cream. Black. Black was the colour he liked. Robin could remember now. Drip, drip, drip.
He watched with fascination as the knife found itself being placed on his wrist again and again, as the sharp blade pierced his translucent skin. Drip, drip, drip. Nobody liked him anyway, he deserved this, he was a freak. A good for nothing freak. Drip, drip, drip.
As his wrist grew bloody and mangled Robin glanced around his room at the drawings of fanged vampires and ghouls. Did he like vampires? Drip, drip, drip. Yes. He remembered. He liked vampires. He liked imaginary things. Drip, drip, drip.
After all he didn't have any friends. He didn't deserve them. Too much of a freak to have friends. Freak. He was a freak. Drip, drip, drip. The carpet was red. Robin knew he should clean it up, he didn't want his parents to see. They would send him away. Alone. Drip, drip, drip.
Did he have any friends? Robin couldn't remember. He didn't now. No friends for the freak. None. Drip, drip, drip. He liked to think he had a friend. Friends were good. Good. Drip, drip, drip.
At least this way he could get away from it all. Everything. Drip, drip, drip. Vampires liked blood didn't they? Yes. They did. Robin liked vampires. Vampires were freaks too. Like him. Drip, drip, drip.
Robin carefully traced the blade across his wrist one more time. His head went fuzzy. Drip, drip, drip. Maybe this is what vampires feel like. Dead. Drip, drip, drip.
He lay back on the bed, and stared at the stain on the carpet. Drip, drip, drip. Red. Robin didn't like red. Robin liked black. Black. Black was good. Drip, drip, drip.
His memories were black. Blank. Drip, drip, drip. He wished he had them back. Drip, drip, drip.
Robin closed his eyes. A name. There was a name. Drip, drip, drip. Robin smiled. Vlad was his friend. Vlad was a vampire. A freak. Freak. Drip, drip, drip.
Maybe Robin would see Vlad soon. Yes. That was good. Friends were good.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Drip.
Robin Branaugh was found dead the next day in his room, with a smile on his face.
Drip, drip, drip.
A/N: Thoughts?..xx