Howdy doo! I know that this may seem really vague, but please bear with me! It'll make sense in the chapters to come! And considering that this is my first multi chapter story in a while, I really want to make it something good!
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Prologue:
Everything hurt.
Pain. Throbbing. Bleeding.
Hurt.
The more he said it, the more the word rolled off his tongue. So he said it again.
Hurt.
He didn't know what to do, so he took another drag of his cigarette.
And it hurt.
Fuck. Even breathing hurt. Another drag. Another puff of air. Oxygen…who came up with that one? And now look at him. Addicted to the stuff. To oxygen. Why should he be addicted to oxygen? Did he need it, like it's some form of drug? The oxygen hurt, so he stopped breathing.
And you know what? That shit hurt, too.
What a surprise.
Not.
His eyes were probably blood shot and his clothes were wrinkled. He couldn't bring himself up to the point of giving a flying fuck. Why should he?
Hurt.
Why does it hurt?
The arms that wrapped around him were his only comfort. The voice whispering in his ear made it hurt less.
"Wolfram… "
It was calling his name…he needed it. It was the only way to get rid of the hurt.
"Do it.."
Wolfram had thought about it before. The walls of his tiny apartment seeming to be caving in. The voice kept whispering to him.
It didn't hurt.
This time, it was a surprise.
Maybe he should listen to the voice because the voice makes it hurt less.
No more hurt.
No more.
Hurt.
And with little more prompting needed, he listened to the whispering voice and promptly dug the knife into his flesh.