Author:rainyday101
Rating: R for dark themes, language, and sexuality
Warnings: This story cantains dark elements so if you don't like angst you should probably steer quite clear of this story. Also there will be slash, nothing horribaly graphic mostly just comfort, cuddles, and kisses however if this sort of thing bothers you the n like i said above steer clear.
Summary: When zack winds up in the psych ward for attemting suicide he finds a new reason to live (freddyzack slash)
a/n: please review because with otherwise i will feel very unloved. i dont mind flames although if your going to do so please at least tell me what you dont like instead of just telling me that it sucks. i positivly adore constructive criticsm because without it how could i ever improve the quality of my writing. even if you choose not to review thanks for taking the time to read my story.
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I honestly didn't mean to cut quite so deep.
I'm sure that the medical examiners will rule it a suicide, assuming anyone even notices that im gone.
Usualy im very careful, i've been doing it for years so im pretty good at judging how deep I can go. It's just that I was so upset and my hand was trembling and I really wanted this one to scar.
I can't really explain that, just sometimes I need to leave visible reminders that I do have a certain amount of control. It's beutiful to me when I look at the neat little lines that I carve into my arms and legs. Sometimes I wear short sleave shirts just to see if anyone notices.
Freddy asked about it once, I tried to explain it to him but I dont think he understood.
He's probably the only person in this world that will miss me. I'll miss him to, although there's not really to much I can do about it now, what with the big puddle of blood that's surounding me.
Even if I really wanted to save myself i'm to weak to call 911 now.
I can't really see that well anymore, everythings kind of fuzzy and dark. My head hurts really bad, I can bearly concentrate with it pounding so loud.
Funnily enough it still feels like everythings fine, like I can't possibaly be about to die. Nothing really seems real and I have this bizzare urge to laugh.
Instead im crying because i've just remembered that I really wanted to get that new guitar hook right.
And I really am going to miss Freddy.
I think for a second that I hear someone yelling, but no ones here so the blood loss must be making me hear things.
That makes me cry a little harder because there's absolutly nothing that I wouldn't give to have someone that actualy cared enough to check up on me.
It doesn't matter anymore though, because im starting to black out and it's becoming impossible to hold a train of thought.
The last rational thought that goes through my head is that maybe it wont be so bad to die after all.