Patterns on my wrists
Thank you all who reviewed! It really makes me happy to know some people are reading it! I would like to hear any suggestions about what I'm doing or any ideas...so...yeah. This is more of a darker fanfic- Rated T for self harm.
I unfortunately do not own rotg though I wish I did ( I wish for a lot of things)
As usual...
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Set a month after the first movie
Jack walked down the dark street, freezing the nearby lampposts as he went. It was cold. Jack could see his breath fog the air...but he couldn't feel it. Why was he like this? Was he just a walking icicle? He looked up at the moon. Why did you do this, he screamed in his head. Why the silence!? Tears streamed down his face- all the sadness he had bottled up came out.
"WHY!" he screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks. " WHY AM I INVISIBLE! WHY DO I HAVE TO FACE THE WORLD ALONE!" he screamed louder. His throat was raw but that only made him scream louder.
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS!" he sobbed and sunk to the ground. "I have nobody..." Hey, that wasn't true...was it? No...it was! He had the guardians! But would they understand? They had never been alone. They had never been walked through. They had never experienced the feelings he had all his life. They had never had to put a mask of smiles on all the time. No, they had never been through what he had been through. They would never understand. He looked at the moon.
"You've done nothing..." he pulled the razor out of his pocket. "With silent tears, he held out his wrist. He slid against the wall and pulled back his sleeve. He put the razor against his skin and held it there for two seconds before slicing across his wrist. He watched as the scarlet blood ran down his arm and dripped on the ground with his tears. He repeated this ritual for his other wrist as well. He looked at the moon once more but this time his eyes were filled with hate, not sadness.
"Look what you made me do." He whispered and looked down at his wrist again. He brushed the blood aside and looked at the cut just before it got covered by the blood seeping out of it. It would scar, but Jack didn't care. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. In. Out. In. Out. Then he shot them open again. The blood now stained his hoodie. Jack didn't care. Too much blood might come out. Jack didn't care. He was a guardian. Jack didn't care. For once, Jack didn't care about anything. There was no point. No one noticed him, anyway. He smiled at the moon.
"Look what you made me do..." He winced at the pain going through his arm. "I'm nobody thanks to you." After glaring at the moon one more time, he got up and walked away, blood oozing out of his wrists.
Jack woke up glanced at his surroundings. He was in a tree by his lake, as usual. He sat up and stared down at his wrists. They weren't bleeding anymore- Jack didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. When it came to first aid, Jack wasn't your guy. He then turned his attention to his sleeves, which were covered in dry blood.
"I'm gonna have to change, aren't I?" he muttered and got down from his tree. He stretched, and made his way to his cave. Jack always had extra things and he always put those extras in his cave. After quite a bit of looking, he pulled another hoodie out- the exact same shade as his other. He quickly swapped his hoodie round but then glanced at his wrists again. He stared at them for a while but then drew his sleeves up quickly. He sighed.
"Just a day as painful as the last..." he said and took off. With the razor.