Chapter 1 - Crimson Blood
A/n
I know this is a really short chapter, But this is kinda just a tester. If You like it, leave a review and I'll write more. When I get 5 Reviews, I'll Write the next chapter.
When Nobody Hates You More Than You Hate Yourself, How Can You Possibly Feel Loved?
I stare at the piece of work in front of me, Not really taking in any of the information on the page. It's the same usual routine as the last year or two. Just blank out, don't let anyone notice you. Keep your head down, Never speak when you're not wanted. Fake smiles. Fake Laughter. Pretend to be happy when I'm with my friends.
The Friends that never notice how much pain I'm going through.
There are many reasons for the pain. Such as my parents. Abusive, Yes , but not as bad as some of the things I've been through. Immortality. The Sheer fact that however much I want this pain to stop, for me to just disappear and never come back, Is impossible. No matter what I do, whether It's standing in front of a train, Jumping from a building, Hanging myself, Cutting open my wrist, It never works. I always die, but I also always come back.
There's also him. The one person who I cared about and made me happy is gone. And He's probably never coming back.
I sigh and open my sketchbook, Which I always keep with me. I open it to a new page, looking at the last drawing I have done before Turning the page. A boy. Sleep deprived, Sick of living. Taking a gun to his head and saying goodbye to the world. Dark lines make the drawing stand out as well as the shading.
I grap my pencil and start sketching, not knowing what is going to come out onto the paper. As soon as I realize what I'm drawing, I close the book and Sigh once again. I stand up, not caring that people are staring at me.
"Kenneth McCormick, Get back into that seat this instant!" Garrison shouts at me.
I block him out, concentrating on grabbing all my stuff. I head towards the door. Garrison shouts again but I barely notice, too busy exiting the room to give a single fuck. I head towards the back of the school, keeping my head down and ignoring anyone who walks near me. I sit down on the floor, my back against the uncomfortable wall. I grab my Bag, staring at the band on the front first before I open it. I search, trying to find the object I need. I pull it out of my bag , clutching it in my hand. I slowly open my hand , Staring at the shining metal of the blade in my pale hand. I take a deep breath and rest it against my left arm. I take a moment to stare at the scars from the past few months. I blink slowly as I Slice my skin, a fain smile on my lips as I see the crimson liquid dripping from my wrist. My vision starts to blur and I slowly exit consciousness.