The brunette sat on his bed.
He glanced out the window, pausing for a moment to admire the hazy sunset. The fleeting colors of dusk were beginning to settle in, the last golden rays of the day peeking out from over the horizon as the sunset.
The brunette sighed, rolling up his sleeve.
Scars. All over his arm.
To him
They were
So
Ugly.
And they were all over him. Red marks, some swollen and still healing, some just barely faded marks.
But they were there.
A painful reminder, you could say.
He reached for his draw, turning on the lamp, flooding the room with a warm, yellow glow.
He opened the draw.
Reached for his blade.
For a moment, he sat back, taking a moment to admire it. It was originally given to him as a gift. His initials were engraved on the worn leather handle. The blade was rather dull from being used a lot, tainted red from his blood. He held his arm out, finding a spot in between his wrist and elbow that didn't have many scars.
He angled the blade at it, the tip of the blade ripping through his skin as he sliced open his arm. He pressed it in further, biting his lip as the blade dug into his flesh.
He pulled it out.
Blood spilled out of his arm.
Too much. He'd cut too deep.
They
Bled
Everywhere.
He bit his lip, staring at the door.
If only
He
Could
Ask
For
Help.
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