Chapter 1: Part 10: Finland
Making sure the fire was just the rigjt tempeture, Tino put the fire poker away. He pulled his sleeve up to make sure he didn't catch his sleeve on fire, before pulling the cigarette out of pocket, his father left them lying on the table again.
Tino placed the tip of it in the fire, burning most of it off as he pulled his shorts up, getting to his thighs. He sat down, his legs out as he placed the scalding end of the cigarette on his leg.
He screamed out in pain, like anyone would hear him. No one ever heard his cries. Cries of plea or not, they were never heard.
Burning himself a couple more times, he threw the cigarette in the fire, watching it go up in flames. The tobacco making a distinct smell in the room.
He looked at his wounded legs, covering in circular scabs and scars that were an ugly defiled color. Black, brown, purple, red, orange, every color could be seen in them.
Tino was disgusted yet fasinated at them. He never knew why he continued.
AN for all chapters: Okay, prolouge is done. Sorry I had to split it into two days but I hope you like. And what Finand does to himself is a real thing. Sorry again, if it disgusted you but this is where I aan let all my bad thoughts out.
Anywho, review please. Also, France's was short 'cause two real reasons. One, I didn't want it removed 'cause it was inapproaiate. Two, I really didn't know what to write for France.
And tell me if I should bump it to M 'cause it is so graphic. But there will be longer chapters and healing time in the next chapters.