Chapter 1: That's Fine (Edited)
"See ya later bro!" Luigi called out as Mario leaped out the front door to again: recuse Princess Peach from the dreadful King Browser. That's like the 3rd time this week that Peach got kidnapped. The front door slammed behind Mario as he left.
Luigi sighed as he let his smile drop and then threw out his own breakfast, which seems to be untouched, into the trashcan then he put the dirty dishes in the sink to wash them later.
Luigi went upstairs into his room with a glass of iced cold water. After, he downed the glass he then set the empty glass down on the bed side dresser and opened a drawer.
Inside the drawer where his 2 friends: His Journal and His Razor. The journal was to write down his thoughts without disturbing Mario or anyone, for that matter.
I mean, Mario has better things to do other than listen to his brother and or spend time with him. That's fine.
Luigi took the Razor and then closed the drawer as he headed to the bathroom.
Once, inside the bathroom, he locked the door in the process, he then when over to the sink to start the running water.
He rolled up his sleeve, to expose his wrist: He then took the razor and, ever-so-slowly, glides the metal against his skin, cutting it: again, again and again.
He then held his bleeding wrist under the cold running water. He was numb to the pain.
After all, he will always be player 2, and he will always be stuck in his big brothers shadow, always forgotten. But, that's fine. Everything is fine.
His glance went to his wrist, watching the blood leave his skin and going down the drain. After a few more minutes of watching, he then patches up his self infected wounds.
He then cleans up his mess and exits the bathroom. He then put his razor back in it's hiding spot.
After a while, Luigi just sat on his bed, listening to the silence all around him. His brain felt fogged. He felt useless.
After an hour, Luigi changes clothes from his pajamas to a long dark green flannel and jeans to get ready for the day, this time he's going food shopping, alone, to buy Ingredients for dinner later on in the evening.
A/N: This is a terrible story, but hey I was bored and I wanted a story where Luigi is hurting himself...why not? Anyways I know I will get hate for this but hey its 3:30 in the morning.
I was very tired, I know this chapter and story is going to be shitty, but I need a small warm up to get ready for creative writing.
Please comment if you want me to stop or continue. eeehhh whatever.
(New) A/N: Wow. It's been forever. I cleaned a little bit of this chapter.