Another short chappy...more Kurama wrist slitting...HOW DEPRESSING!!!!
And, I don't own YYH, as I've said a thousand times by now
Chapter 6
Memories flickered, as the scarlet haired suicidal boy looked at many a picture of himself and the youkai who left him. So many memories of laughter and happiness, up in smoke, as each photo was torn into the thousand pieces Kurama's heart was in.
"Liar...." Another memory erased.
"Cheater..." And, another.
"Bitch..." More and more memories were tarnished with Kurama's own loneliness and grief morphed into the hatred he now felt inside.
By the end of the night, millions of scattered pictures lay on the floor of his room, dust gathering on everything Kurama once held dear to him. He lay in the cold bed, his scarred wrists feeling the taste of the steel blade once again.
"He loves me, he loves me not..." A game he played every night, repeating these words with each slice of the blade until he passed out from the pain and blood loss. Every night, the answer was the same.
"He loves me not....."
