Do you see me now?

by Aerotes

Dizzy from the blood-loss already, he closed his eyes, his breath stuttering for a second, before he let out a harsh, bitter laugh almost sounding like a sob, before whispering quietly, "Do you see me now?"

Do you see me now?

With a choked sob, Sam looked down at the blade in his hand.

Perching down on the edge of the cheap and dingy bathtub, he briefly closed his eyes to hold back the tears, because he knows if he cries, he'll chicken out, like a wuss, a wimp. And Winchester's aren't meant to be wimps, they're meant to be men of steel, afraid of nothing.

His father's words still echoed through his head, burning a hole, causing him so much emotional pain,

"Why can't you be better, like Dean? Like me? Fuck up another hunt and you won't be staying with us."

It was always harsh comments, or he was ignored by his father, and he couldn't rely on Dean anymore, it wasn't fair on him.

Stretching out his arm, he brought the blade down on to his wrist, the tip digging in to the pale skin, taking a shaky breath, he pushed down, hissing slightly at the pain in his arm, a tear falling down his face.

Letting another few stray tears fall, he pulled the blade across the skin, creating a deep gash from his wrist to elbow, the blood already gushing out.

Dizzy from the blood-loss already, he closed his eyes, his breath stuttering for a second, before he let out a harsh, bitter laugh almost sounding like a sob, before whispering quietly, "Do you see me now?"