The blood dripped down. He was practically a pez dispenser. The corners of his lips pulled into a sadistic grin that shook as laugher came from them. He wasn't sure how he did this. The tendons in his wrists where completely severed, so finger movement shouldn't have been a thing.
"Fuck me..." His raspy voice was acompanied by more blood.
"J-Jaune..." He snaps his eyes up at his friends. That's right, they broke down the door. He gave a raspy chuckle and dropped the pocket knife. The clatter startled him, but he reached into his pocket for a menthol and placed it in his mouth. He kept looking at them as he flipped a zippo open, flipping them off before lighting his cigarette.
"You know it's truuueeee..." He leaned his head back, exposing the insides of his throat, and changing his voice into a loud whisper. "Nobody ever really quitssss... A smokers a smoker when the chips are down." His head slumped down, returning his voice to a raspy, gurgling mess. "And my chips are downnn..."
A twisted chuckled came from him and the smoke poured out.
I guess this happened. I'll take any dark, twisted suggestions for how to continue this, since it's October and all that.Leave suggestions and reviews pls
