Author's Note: I wrote this because... I was bored.
EDIT: Before you review this, I'll except flames BESIDES ones that tell me that I need to get professional help, because, I already fucking have professional help, and I know it's fucked up, so, don't leave some shit-assed review telling me I'm a psychopath.
Disclaimer: Gravitation is owned by Maki Murakami…
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I press myself against the door of the cramped closet, Yuki's home. I hold a fairly thick needle in one hand and thread in another, and as I think to myself, I cannot help but cry. Breathing heavily against the door, I thread the string and position the needle on the outside of my lower lip; slowly inserting it. I try to cry out, but they're muffled by me tightening my lips closed.
The pace is quickening as the blood runs more down my face. 'Finally, I'm doing something to make Yuki happy with me.'
I smile to myself inside my mind as my lips begin to numb over. This would have been so much better if I had Novocain. A sigh escapes my nose as I drop the needle and thread. Listening closely to the world outside of my closet, I grasp the doorknob and slowly turn it. Yuki is most likely in his office grateful that I'm not being loud.
Walking into the kitchen, I raid the drawers for a box cutter. Ah-ha! I stumble upon one which just happened to be underneath a sewing kit. I push it open and stare at the blade in the light. Oh, how pretty it would be covered in my blood.
I hear the door of Yuki's domain swing open, and the only things running through my head right now are about him seeing me out here. The box cutter is thrown into my pocket before rushing back to my "room".
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Aren't people supposed to cry a lot before they cut? I ask myself this as I stare at the blood running down my arms, my hands, my palms, my fingers, and down onto the floor.
People say cutting is supposed to get others to notice you, but, how can others notice you if they never actually paid attention? Yuki left and I'm out of that place. I walk down the hall cutting more scars onto my skin, not even caring who sees me.
Outside the building is where I am. People are staring at me strangely, and I don't really like it. Is it because blood is oozing down my arms and onto the ground? I wish they would stop. It seems you can only be noticed if you're bleeding to death infront of others.
Yuki'll be proud that I did this for him. My eyes lit up with glory. Oh! Speaking of him, there he is. Right infront of me. My head cocks to the side; why does he look shocked? Wow, he's coming closer. I watch happily as his fingers trace the thread along my lips. I just wish he would smile, I did this all for him. I'm crushed suddenly in his arms and against his chest. Yuki! I'm going to stain your white shirt, and you always get infuriated when your clothes get ruined.
I feel myself being lifted up and carried in Yuki's arms. I'm still happy, but he's not. I reach over to his lips and push them into a smiling position with my fingers, nodding slighting as he throws me a confused look. I quickly hug him to show him I want him to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted from him...
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