Hey people! I figured I would upload something that didn't have to do with my story that I'm writing write now. Just like my other story it does involve cutting and it is Kingdom Hearts. This is from Kairi's point of view. When I wrote this I figured it would be a really good story but then decided to make it a one-shot. It wasn't originally supposed to be Kairi but I figured what the hay why not. So enjoy, oh and I know it's kinda short but oh well.
I sit in the pitch black room wishing I could stay there forever. I let the crimson liquid run down my arms. Sure both of my arms hurt but I could care less. I ignored the pain. I didn't want to cry but I could feel the tears rolling down my face; mocking me as they fell. I wanted to ignore the reason why I was crying but I couldn't. After a while I stopped fighting back the tears. Why did things have to be like this? I hated this feeling. The feeling like I don't belong, that I shouldn't even be breathing.
Why did I even start cutting this time? Everything before this felt so far away like it happened a million years ago, but then it all came rushing back. Earlier today I was thinking about why I started cutting in the first place. That's when the feeling from a year ago came back. The thoughts about how I'm not good enough, and not pretty enough. Why did he love him and not me? Why can't I just be happy for them? Before I knew it I could barley breath and I resorted to the only thing I knew to take the pain away.
I began to make a new pain and forgot about the old one. I began to cry even more. I knew there was only one way to make all of this go away. The question is was I strong enough to do it or would I be to weak like I was a year ago. I grabbed the piece of glass I had put on the ground and decided to end all the pain, end everything I was feeling. And this time I knew I wouldn't be too weak.