A/N: This is dedicated to a very close friend of mine, who if she is
reading it she can probably guess that it's for her. To this friend I have
to say stop cutting, it's not worth it! I might seem like you are happy and
free when you are doing it, but your not. You'll become a slave to it. I
know, because I've seen it happen a lot.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Ascetic
Prologue:
For as long as I've been a Newsie, Race has gone to church every Sunday. I never asked him why, because it was just how he was. Until one day he asked me to come with him.
He was explaining how the wine was supposed to be Jesus' blood. I don't know who this Jesus is, but he sure has thin blood. So, of course I had to bring this up.
"Race, isn't that too thin to be blood?" I asked.
He smiled, "Ya know Spot, it's sure is obvious that you've never been to church before."
I smiled back, unable to take my mind off of the wine, which was supposed to be blood.
I returned to Brooklyn later that day, and pulled out a knife gently cutting my skin. The blood began to flow out of it easily, but it wasn't that thin.
Even though it wasn't as thin as that guys blood that we were supposed to drink, and for your information it didn't taste as good either, it kinda felt light. It was like I was free as I was bleeding, and all of my pain was gone.
That was my first time cutting, and I promise you that it was not my last. The next Sunday, Race invited me to go to church with him, I didn't. He said that it could help me forget about all my problems. So, I guess that if I go by what he told me, that I can consider cutting my church.
A/N: Sorry that that was so short, I promise that the rest of the chapters will be a lot longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Ascetic
Prologue:
For as long as I've been a Newsie, Race has gone to church every Sunday. I never asked him why, because it was just how he was. Until one day he asked me to come with him.
He was explaining how the wine was supposed to be Jesus' blood. I don't know who this Jesus is, but he sure has thin blood. So, of course I had to bring this up.
"Race, isn't that too thin to be blood?" I asked.
He smiled, "Ya know Spot, it's sure is obvious that you've never been to church before."
I smiled back, unable to take my mind off of the wine, which was supposed to be blood.
I returned to Brooklyn later that day, and pulled out a knife gently cutting my skin. The blood began to flow out of it easily, but it wasn't that thin.
Even though it wasn't as thin as that guys blood that we were supposed to drink, and for your information it didn't taste as good either, it kinda felt light. It was like I was free as I was bleeding, and all of my pain was gone.
That was my first time cutting, and I promise you that it was not my last. The next Sunday, Race invited me to go to church with him, I didn't. He said that it could help me forget about all my problems. So, I guess that if I go by what he told me, that I can consider cutting my church.
A/N: Sorry that that was so short, I promise that the rest of the chapters will be a lot longer.
