Chapter 2
Findings
Two months have passed since that fateful night. Lloyd's urges only grew stronger, more dangerous. He desired death, craved it. The pale boys arms were covered in scars and new wounds.
Tonight was the same as any other night. Lloyd would wait until the ninja were asleep and would sneak into the bathroom. His eyes were heavy and bloodshot, like he hadn't been sleeping well, which, wasn't surprising in the least.
Something snapped in his mind, a realisation. He knew why he was doing this, and he though that he could end this suffering by ending it all.
And so he did.
Without hesitation, he pressed the razor against his skin and started to bleed out. These cuts weren't like the other ones, the ones filled with pain. These ones were filled with suffering, rage, hurt. He wanted out of this awful world, the blood slowly bleeding from his wrist to the floor, his eyes focus completely on his wrist.
Suddenly, he dropped the razor blade and started to shake violently, a wave of dizziness overtaking him. He looked down to the floor and saw that his wrist had bled onto the floor, the blood spilling from the cut vein, his pyjamas now stained a crimson colour. His breathing suddenly became laboured. He wanted this, yet, why was he so afraid?
The dizziness became too much for him to handle that his knees buckled under his weight.
"H...help!" Lloyd shouted out, only collapsing afterwards. As he was drifting into unconsciousness, he thought he could hear the faint sounds of footsteps, almost as if they were running. When the door slammed open, he could barely register the voice that called his name.
He slipped into darkness, his life now at stake.
Decided to change things a bit!
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