A/N: This is a side story to my other Sky High fanfic "For the Sake of Friendship." I wrote this as a one-shot but I thought about making it a whole story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High or any of its characters
Bleeding Alone
One cut and blood runs down my day old bruises that my father gave me for coming home late from Speed's house. I've got use to the pain of my father's anger after six years of dealing with it. I learn to hide the marks from everyone. Not like anyone cares or even notices. Even my best friend could tell. Not that he has been really attentive lately but that's only because his parents just died. But even before that he never noticed the bruises that cover my chest or the lashes across my back. Ironic that my name is Lash and I have so many lashes.
A second cut across the other arm and the blood drips to onto the tile. The tile my mother picked out before she died. I loved my mother, and she loved me. When she was alive, my world was perfect. Speed and I would spend hours together running through the backyard playing some game while our parents would talk about who knows what. My father back then loved me as much as a father normally loves his son. Back before we got super powers. Back to a time when everything was simple.
A third cut right below the third as I take a deep breath to hold back my tears. I curl up into the corrner next to the tub. Thoughts of my father kicking my sides, the pain when he calls me a 'nasty hypocrite' because he thinks I'm going to end up like the person who killed my mother. But I'm not...as much as it would be cool to be a villain I don't think I could kill anyone, except for maybe my mother's murder.
A fourth cut and my arm is covered in deep red. I sigh as I think about Speed. I feel bad for him. He had a happy family. His mother loved his father and vice versa. They were happy and they welcomed me into their home like a second son. After all, Speed and I grew up as brothers. The only difference is blood. Blood that I so willingly let run down my arm in crimson waves. Is it so hard for people to maintain a happy family?
I'm alone. That is all there is to it. It's not like I can show anyone my scars or any marked skin without raising questions. So I'm alone. Losing a battle with myself. I don't know how to save myself from this routine of cutting but it just feels good. I hope once I could just cut a little deeper and bleed out. But I can't do that, not to the only family I have left. Speed would miss me. I know that. He would be sad if I died.
I look up at the clock that read seven. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my arms clean. I put on my black and white stripped shirt and a skull shirt over it. I grab my backpack from the spot on the door and swing it over my shoulder and wince when it hits a bruise. I lock the door and start my walk to Speed's house to wake him up. I live for my best friend. But I would never tell him that. But his is my reason for life.
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