I'mstillalive! for the time being

The accentsare not(I can not, Itakeittotallymessed up, believe it isbetter for you).

Again,be warned:do not own anything!
I writeusingGoogletranslator, somistakesare in place (in the field ofmildcriticismplease, becauseI'm learningEnglishfor five yearsat school)

Here's the story:

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Jack's P.O.V.

Again.

Why?

Why me?

Why?!

I look at the moon with tears in my eyes. Never fails to respond, so why should I replied right now?

Reply, as always.

I am alone. Invisible one who sees me either ignores me or hate me.

Every year one and the same. Every year I bring snow and gratitude as get-

pass through me.

As if I did not exist.

Exist?

Because if not, I can feel the loving touch, a pleasant warm ... or pain.

Pain. Pain, it keeps me sane. Because when I feel pain there even though it is almost impossible, I still have hope.

Where is it?

Where is my best friend?

My only friend.

Looking desperately around. Then she catch a glimpse of beautifully suffer in the snow. I just grab one. When looking for a razor slightly I smile.

Rolled up the sleeves of my blue sweatshirt.

Bring it on already very worn wrist.

And I'll move.

The blades are hardly passes through the skin. Neníd wonder is about fifty years old and is dulled.

So repeat the whole process again, this time with more pressure on developing a razor in his hand trembling. For a moment, about a second, nothing happens, but then-

Blood flows from the wound. I watch, fascinated her. I'll let drops of blood fall to the ground, in the snow, where do red socket.

Blood flow slows down and so do the next cut.

And more. And more. And more ...

Finally, do not miss the other hand.

After about a half hour stop cutting.

I feel sleepy.

MaybeI overdid it. It's gettingworse.

You didevenworse things, Jack.

I did not mentionthatI talk tomyselfin my head. I thinkit's calledschizophrenia.

I do not wantto talk to you?

Come on.I'm the onewith whomyou cantalk. Otherperceiveyou, oryoudo not want tohave anything.

Please, go away.

HaHa.But Ican notgo anywhere. I amthe only one whostayedwith you, in addition torazor blades. And it'sfunwith you. You'remy toy. Everyonejusttoyingwith you, like ghostsspring and summer.Rememberhow-

"SHUT UP!" I shouted loudly and pressed his hands to his ears to quell the voice of my evil, rotten, malicious self.

You do not wantto talk about it? It was not apleasantnight, well at leastfor younot.I thinktheyarequitefun.


"Shut up, you bitch!" I yelled, I felt the blood seeping through the sleeves, but I paid no attention to her.

Let'srecall. Firstyouwashedwhatfor themwas not a problem. And then-

"NO! Do not want to hear it I do not care!" I cried, and in an attempt to silence my other self, I started banging his head against the nearest tree trunk.

About five times I hit his head hard on the trunk before there was a loud bang and my vision became black.

The main thing was that voice faded.

It woke me wet beneath me, and the smell of smoke. Then came the pain on my wrist, but it was a slight against burning on my skin. A. .. and my head!

I sat down, I realized that beneath me is a puddle of dried blood and water from rotátého snow. Looking at me sharply, and the sun did shine on my skin painful burns.

I must have slept through the end of winter, anyway, this was the beginning of the spring is very hot.

I sighed. This is not the first time it happened to me and how I discovered the last.

Now it might be different. After all, I am now the keeper. I have friends ... this is my dark side but can not find out. For their sake and mine.

But old habits are just nevytratí and sometimes must come to the surface ...

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Me: Review please!

2 me: Stop crying! Or-!

Me: Okay! Sorry!

2 me: Look to be updated soon.

Me: Yes, please.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed it. I tried to give her the experience of self-harm and my internal conversations.

No I'm not crazy! Although many people claim. With self-harm, I ended a long time ago and my inner talks are under control and it's just a diversification of life.

But this nobody cares, so in the next chapter.