First thing i've written in months. I'll probably re-write it later--it's un-beta'd, lol. Shame on me.
I enjoy feedback.
This is a warning; the following story has content deemed unsuitable for those it's unsuitable for. Warnings for the prelude include cutting and angst.
If you don't care, then read on.
. Prelude .
Enter main character, he thought to himself.
The blade shined in the light.
His life really was like a depressing little play, was it not?
He positioned it upon his arm.
The door was wide open.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
Someone walked by.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
They didn't even notice.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
He was sitting directly in front of the entrance to the room.
Blood.
Blood.
Everywhere.
They didn't even notice.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
He knew he had to stop soon or risk losing too much blood.
Pain.
Blood.
Pain.
Satisfaction.
One day he was going to walk out and never come back.
. x .
Have you ever thought about death?
He did. A lot. He wondered what it was like to take your own life; to escape this hell. He wondered if he could just take the easy way out.
But he also thought that maybe it would be cowardly, weak
First thing i've written in months. I'll probably re-write it later--it's un-beta'd, lol. Shame on me.
I enjoy feedback.
This is a warning; the following story has content deemed unsuitable for those it's unsuitable for. Warnings for the prelude include cutting and angst.
If you don't care, then read on.
. Prelude .
Enter main character, he thought to himself.
The blade shined in the light.
His life really was like a depressing little play, was it not?
He positioned it upon his arm.
The door was wide open.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
Someone walked by.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
They didn't even notice.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
He was sitting directly in front of the entrance to the room.
Blood.
Blood.
Everywhere.
They didn't even notice.
Slash.
Pain.
Blood.
He knew he had to stop soon or risk losing too much blood.
Pain.
Blood.
Pain.
Satisfaction.
One day he was going to walk out and never come back.
. x .
Have you ever thought about death?
He did. A lot. He wondered what it was like to take your own life; to escape this hell. He wondered if he could just take the easy way out.
But he also thought that maybe it would be cowardly, weak