Original work of LadySmut - . .4335 - Any characters attributes/behavior and events are entirely fictional. Any reference or similarity to other work is completely coincidental.

Right now I have free lessons at school so this is basically one of the fucked up ideas that come from that. I will also be spamming the other things I've written then too. Many apologies. Also this story contains self harm stuffthat may be triggering. Again, sorry. I apologize to much.

~ = POV change

Enjoy :)


Slowly I dragged it over my skin. The pain burned up my lower back as warm fluid dribbled from the cut. The tingling sensation trickled down my leg. My idea of fun isn't being stuck in a room full with people from school who hated me. It was going to be a long night after a long day. Fucking hell.

Her black hair fell around her face perfectly. She was stunning. Every millimeter of skin, every scar, every cut, every flaw. They only made me love her more. She had the skill of standing out in a crowd but blending into the shadows. Her Gothic attire gained her glares from everyone. As soon as her eyes latched onto my face I gave a sympathising smile. I had been that kid once. Nobody wanted to be friends with the punk freak with a mohawk. I saw a brighter smile form on her black lips. She practically ran to my side.

"Look at you! You look pretty fly!" She laughed but her eyes didn't laugh with her. Something was wrong and she was keeping from me. I gave a cynical smile before pretending to whisper in her ear, knowing even though they weren't looking, everyone around us was listening.

"Is it just me or is there a serious lacking of our kind in this pathetic town?"

"Ssh," She whispered back. "The mortals will hear." We laughed as people noticeably shuffled away from us. It still bugged me what was wrong with her. She wasn't really laughing. Normally a game of 'let's freak normal people out' cheered her up. This time something was still wrong. Part of me want to drag her away from them all and get her to pour it all out while I held her in my arms. The other part of me wanted to let it go and let us both have a good time. Hell it was what we both needed but keeping it all in is never good. She taught me that.