We all have those psychopathic thoughts, floating around in the back of our minds. Here is just a taste of what lurks in Ferb's mysterious brain...
101. The number of scars raked across my body. The number of times words have struck me, dragging me into the depths of horrid hell. It's like I'm invisible to everything but insults.
The scars comfort me, the bloodstained knife calms my nerves, as it carves that 101st tally mark into my leg, the sting of the blade dulled only by the emotional torment I suffer everyday in that locker room of horror.
Drip Drop.
A single drop of blood, stains the carpet, a blemish in an otherwise perfect society.
Just like me.
I've had to deal with a lot of childhood trauma and bullying, so finding inspiration wasn't too hard...
Anyway, tell me what you think, and read, review, and fav.
The Wizard is out!