p style="text-align: left;"It's been almost a week since they found out about this. About his cutting, his urge to jump of the grand freaking canyon. They weren't leaving him alone anymore, but why? emWhy?/em This made no sense. They leave him to die but once they find that he emwants /emto die, they act like they've always cared. Like they've always thought he mattered. Did they ever really care? Obviously not./p
p style="text-align: left;" "Hey, Shu, doing any better?" He heard Rantaro's voice question him, in hopes that things had gotten better. They hadn't , but he forced a smile anyway. "Yeah, I filled cutting my wrists." He was the blonde face light up just a bit. And, Shu wasn't lying. He had stopped cutting his span style="text-decoration: underline;"wrists/span. I'm fact, he'd stopped cutting at all. However, that doesn't mean he stopped hurting himself. He had one for biting his arms instead. The marks cared and healed much quicker, but they did more damage. Or, more specifically, dealt more pain. /p
p style="text-align: left;" "That's great to hear," His voice was bright, he actually sounded happy. No one was happy when they talked to Shu anymore. Not if they knew... /p
p style="text-align: left;"Then, he was ripped back to reality by the voice of someone else he knew, as if Rantaro had left, but he was still there./p
p style="text-align: left;""I don't wanna lose you."/p
p style="text-align: left;" /p