Hellloooo well it's been a while seen I've written a fan fiction so I'm
rusty. My spelling is still crap
Disclaimer: there not mine so I will have to deal
He was doing it again. It wasn't like he really wanted to. In reality he hated it, the fact that to bring inner peace, even for just one second he had to put that to his skin. Why couldn't he just not do it why on earth did every time his world started to fall apart did he put that to his skin. As the crimson colour liquid formed over his thumb he stared at it for a while. He licked away the drop that had formed. His body had already healed from the newly suffered gash. It wasn't enough it never was. Even with his arm covered with marks of this mild turmoil it just wasn't enough to take away the pain permanently.
*It's not like I have a reason to be this way. My live is perfect. Really it is*
(So why did that sound like you're trying to convince yourself of that? You're pathetic)
* No I'm not I'm a normal kid I'm just can't deal that well with my emotions*
(Oh shut up how can you be NORMAL normal kids don't self-harm like you. It's weird. Huh Mr. I feel sorry for my self you have no right be alive you pathetic basterd no one loves you they all want you dead. No one would care)
*Yes they wou.*
(No they wouldn't, just end it)
He sighed tears were pouring down his face. But he cries so much he no longer cared; he'd cease feeling them fall down his face. He picked the knife up again just looking at it and turned it over and over the stain from previous months were still on there a long with the newly created ones. He never cut his wrist, he never got caught, he cut every where but their, he said he never would but right now he was desperate to do it to see the blood to know it was his to find that small realise. He believes he was worthless nothing but pain and loneliness in his hand was his salvation but in his hand may have been release but he still didn't know what to do. All he could do was imagine his funeral. The only picture he got yugi with Tea making out at the back row, him dead in a coffin and everyone not caring and having a jolly good old time laughing how great there lives were without him. This just insured to make him hate him self more. He couldn't handle he parents arguing they had started again about an hour ago. He. he just didn't know what to do any more. His grades were slipping and he couldn't handle those small comments any more he just start to fall down with no one help him. He was alone scared and unable to trust. He had no one turn to. He made up his mind he flips the knife over so it hovers just above his wrist on the horizontal.
A.N well there we go that's it I could do more to this story but I'll leave that up to you lot
Disclaimer: there not mine so I will have to deal
He was doing it again. It wasn't like he really wanted to. In reality he hated it, the fact that to bring inner peace, even for just one second he had to put that to his skin. Why couldn't he just not do it why on earth did every time his world started to fall apart did he put that to his skin. As the crimson colour liquid formed over his thumb he stared at it for a while. He licked away the drop that had formed. His body had already healed from the newly suffered gash. It wasn't enough it never was. Even with his arm covered with marks of this mild turmoil it just wasn't enough to take away the pain permanently.
*It's not like I have a reason to be this way. My live is perfect. Really it is*
(So why did that sound like you're trying to convince yourself of that? You're pathetic)
* No I'm not I'm a normal kid I'm just can't deal that well with my emotions*
(Oh shut up how can you be NORMAL normal kids don't self-harm like you. It's weird. Huh Mr. I feel sorry for my self you have no right be alive you pathetic basterd no one loves you they all want you dead. No one would care)
*Yes they wou.*
(No they wouldn't, just end it)
He sighed tears were pouring down his face. But he cries so much he no longer cared; he'd cease feeling them fall down his face. He picked the knife up again just looking at it and turned it over and over the stain from previous months were still on there a long with the newly created ones. He never cut his wrist, he never got caught, he cut every where but their, he said he never would but right now he was desperate to do it to see the blood to know it was his to find that small realise. He believes he was worthless nothing but pain and loneliness in his hand was his salvation but in his hand may have been release but he still didn't know what to do. All he could do was imagine his funeral. The only picture he got yugi with Tea making out at the back row, him dead in a coffin and everyone not caring and having a jolly good old time laughing how great there lives were without him. This just insured to make him hate him self more. He couldn't handle he parents arguing they had started again about an hour ago. He. he just didn't know what to do any more. His grades were slipping and he couldn't handle those small comments any more he just start to fall down with no one help him. He was alone scared and unable to trust. He had no one turn to. He made up his mind he flips the knife over so it hovers just above his wrist on the horizontal.
A.N well there we go that's it I could do more to this story but I'll leave that up to you lot
