A/N: I can't believe it's been so long since I've updated. I began my NaNoWriMo so I'm using this as a writing break from that. If anybody happens to read this story, Thank you :)
It wasn't really self harm
He didn't cut and he most certainly never bled.
It was uncomfortable but not really painful.
Will pressed the long wooden ruler to his skin again.
He shivered.
Most people would get a sexual thrill out of this,
But not him.
It was the reaffirming crack against his skin that he needed.
He just needed to be reminded that he was human.
That he wasn't a robot.
That he was now, and forever would be, a human.
And if he had to expose his flesh to purple mounds so be it.
He wasn't doing anything wrong.
He didn't do drugs.
Or drink excessively.
He wasn't affecting anybody else.
It wasn't really self harm
He didn't cut and he most certainly never bled.
It was uncomfortable but not really painful.