The sun glared morning rays against Uruha's window. He grunted in disbelief that it was morning already. With a bitter taste of tears left over from last night.
Uruha raised his wrist near his face, staring at the freshly made cuts.
The urge to pick on them crossed his mind.
He slowly raised his other hand, and began using the longest nail on his thumb, the first few scratches were hesitant, after another and another he started getting used to it. Until he saw his own satisfying blood streaming down his arms and ending as small pools on his white bedsheets
Even though people saw it as self harm, he saw as an escape that most people wouldn't dare to try.
He lowered his arms and turned towards the nightstand, his eyes on the alarm clock, 11:45am. He sighed, realizing that it was almost time for band practice. Uruha got out of bed, looking back at the wet stains of blood he left behind on his bed sheets and moved on towards the bathroom.
splattered spots of dried blood was everywhere on gray the sink, with red finger prints left on the silver handles as well. Though it didn't stop him from washing his wrist from another bloody urge. As he did so Uruha took a look at himself in the mirror, he lost weight again and dark rings started forming under his eyes, the overnight reliefs are becoming more and more common, making him lose most of his sleeping time, creating blood shot eyes that were obvious under his pale complexion. He sighed, turning the water off and reached for the cabinets under the sink, taking a few bandages.
He walked out of the bathroom as he gently placed the bandages on his wrist and stopped in front of the closet. Uruha had nothing special in mind, as long as he could hide his wrist it really didn't really matter how he looked. He slid the door aside, pulling out a white tank top, baggie jeans, a long sleeved jacket and a pair of gray converse. He quickly walked to the kitchen while zipping up his jacket halfway and grabbed his car keys off the counter. Trying to ignore all the empty bottles of alcohol in the sink.
Uruha laid back against the car seat before putting the keys in the ignition, he stared up for a moment, letting a few tears escape from his eyes.
"It's not a matter of regret, it's the matter of staying sane." ,he murmured to himself.
Soon after, he closed his eyes, and imagined the gray world he could be able to see under the sky.
'What would it be like, if I were to jump and never touch the ground.' he mouthed out the words as he thought.
His cellphone rang suddenly, Uruha jumped a bit, grabbing the phone inside the cup holders in stunned irritation and check the caller I.D screen on the front of the phone. It was kai, he opened the phone and hit the close call button immediately and flipped it closed again, putting it back between the cup holders.
He rubbed his face, sighing, and started the car.