Thanks for the reviews! I originally was gonna make it a short story, but
y'all liked it so hey. lol. This chapters kinda fucked. I know. So, yeah.
Keep reading, it'll get better..=P -chell.
CHAPTER 2
I removed a shard of glass from my hand, and I look at my palm. The blood keeps flowing, the stuff of life making me dizzy and light headed. Can't anyone see my pain? It used to not bother the wall that I called Steven Hyde, the strong man, built of bricks consisting of myself, yet anymore when one insult would make one tiny scratch, one brick fall...falling..until eventually no one would be left but myself to eat my insides alive. Self destruction being the only thing, my only friend and companion yet my own worst enemy. Do they want me to hurt?
I look in what's left of the mirror that I'd just broke out of my own anger. It makes me sick. Tearing everything down out of me, a growing passion inside of me. Fuck myself.
I see the a familiar car pull up in the driveway coming up again. Jackie. God damned, Jackie again.
I sigh, as I curse under my breath as I lock the door, and look the window that'd been cut out from the door. She got out, and I saw him. The man I'd saw so many times before.
I opened my door, and I yelled out, so she could hear me, as she turned the car off. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Steven, we need to see you...I tried.."
"Go away, I've given you a fucking chance and I've told you the choices, okay?"
"Hyde, please.." He let out, as I stepped back in my house.
Jackie ran her slender fingers up his arm, and he moved his hand down hers, as their hands linked, and this infuriated me. Why did this make me so mad?
"Go the fuck away!!!" I yelled, as I let out a few cries.
I walked toward the bathroom, and got out an object I'd saw, and touched many times, though I'd never did this. I picked it up and it clicked... I held it towards him.
"Steven, no.." Jackie, ran up to me, though her face was still her.
They didn't look that shocked, so by the adverse reaction I held it another way..towards myself...
CHAPTER 2
I removed a shard of glass from my hand, and I look at my palm. The blood keeps flowing, the stuff of life making me dizzy and light headed. Can't anyone see my pain? It used to not bother the wall that I called Steven Hyde, the strong man, built of bricks consisting of myself, yet anymore when one insult would make one tiny scratch, one brick fall...falling..until eventually no one would be left but myself to eat my insides alive. Self destruction being the only thing, my only friend and companion yet my own worst enemy. Do they want me to hurt?
I look in what's left of the mirror that I'd just broke out of my own anger. It makes me sick. Tearing everything down out of me, a growing passion inside of me. Fuck myself.
I see the a familiar car pull up in the driveway coming up again. Jackie. God damned, Jackie again.
I sigh, as I curse under my breath as I lock the door, and look the window that'd been cut out from the door. She got out, and I saw him. The man I'd saw so many times before.
I opened my door, and I yelled out, so she could hear me, as she turned the car off. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Steven, we need to see you...I tried.."
"Go away, I've given you a fucking chance and I've told you the choices, okay?"
"Hyde, please.." He let out, as I stepped back in my house.
Jackie ran her slender fingers up his arm, and he moved his hand down hers, as their hands linked, and this infuriated me. Why did this make me so mad?
"Go the fuck away!!!" I yelled, as I let out a few cries.
I walked toward the bathroom, and got out an object I'd saw, and touched many times, though I'd never did this. I picked it up and it clicked... I held it towards him.
"Steven, no.." Jackie, ran up to me, though her face was still her.
They didn't look that shocked, so by the adverse reaction I held it another way..towards myself...
