MADE BY IZZY, CORRECTED AND DOUBLE CHECKED BY DAMIEN.
Luigi has seen much better days. The world was dark in his eyes. It was like he couldn't see in color anymore. He wanted it to end. No one loved him. No one cared about him. It would be better off if he never existed. He could hear them.
"Hello Luigi! How are you?"
Hello. How are you still alive?
He wouldn't notice the corruption. His sanity was fading. 'Why am I still here. If i'm meant to be forgotten then why live at all?
"Hey Luigi?" Mario asked. "Are you eating?" Eating... Why bother. Why waste life giving substances on him?
"No... i'm not eating." He headed up to his room and grabbed a small grey box. It contained his two prized possessions. His journal, where he would put his deepest, darkest thoughts. And his razor. He used it to bleed away his suffering. To watch his problems drip to the floor. He pulled out his journal and started to write.
Today no one took notice to me, I was nothing in their eyes. I wish i could fade away. Drown everyone troubles with me. Today would be a good day to die. To end my suffering. I would make everyone happier. Mario wouldn't have to have me ruin his reputation. He could be happier.
He stopped there. Then he grabbed his razor. It was beautiful. It could cut his troubles away. He brought it up towards his left arm. It's cold metal surface was all he needed. He pushed against his flesh and slid across. Leaving yet another cut to the hundreds. There were many cuts. Some already healed. Some scarred. Some would never heal. Some were fresh and some were infected. It hurt how pleasant it was to look at. He made several more cuts before stopping. He then got up and headed to the bathroom. Mario didn't even double glance at him. He closed the door and ran the water over the new wounds. Then something caught his eye... scissors. The very ones he used to cut his hair. He picked them up and cleared his mind. Then raised them. 'I hate seeing my face. I don't recognize my own reflection. He took three deep breaths and shoved the scissors into his left eye. The pain, the blood. It was heaven. He then twisted it and pulled out his eye and looked at it. It should've disgusted him. But it didn't. The small bloody mass in his hand was his eye. He then realized something. How would he show his face to Mario? Mario would surely get angry. He rushed to his room and grabbed the duct tape. He then ripped off a chunk and covered his eye with it.
*knock knock knock*
Luigi stiffened. It was Mario.
"Hello? Luigi? Are you in there?" Mario asked through the door.
"Yes? Why?" Luigi answered. He hoped he didn't want to come in.
"I'm just wondering about the mess in the bathroom... did you have a nosebleed? Are you okay?" Luigi turned pale. He couldn't tell if it was from fear or blood loss. Mario noticed the lack of words and knocked again. "Hello? Are you still there?" Luigi's vision was fading. "Luigi!? Are you okay!?" Mario started to open the door. "Look, I don't care if you made a mess just cl-" His eyes went from curious to horrified in a flash. Luigi couldn't hold on anymore and lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was his brother, tears in eyes yelling at him.