The curtains were partially opened on the side next to his bed. As the sun rose the sunlight shone against face. His eyes slowly opening and quickly moves out the way of the light back into the darkness he is accustomed to. As he tries to move his body up to lean against the beds plain headboard a painful sensation runs through his wrists. He pulls his arms from under the sheets to see both his wrists covers in what used to be a white bandage now deeply stained in blood. He starts to unwrap the bandage covering his right arm to unveil the deep scars in wrists. He reaches out to the oak wood nightstand on the left of his bed opening a draw. From the draw he picks up a small engraving knife. He places the flat side of the knife on the edge of his palm dragging underneath his skin to uncover and scabs that may have started to grow over. A gush of blood starts as he reaches out to get a unbranded 250ml bottle of mens' cologne.
He undoes the lid and drenches the bandage in the cologne then tying the bandage up back around his wrist. The cologne touches his flesh and painful sensation can be seen in his as he squints a tear drop down the side of his. As the pain decreases the a sense of pleasure in his face. He lies back down still breathing heavily from the thrill of the burning sensation in his wrist.
He undoes the lid and drenches the bandage in the cologne then tying the bandage up back around his wrist. The cologne touches his flesh and painful sensation can be seen in his as he squints a tear drop down the side of his. As the pain decreases the a sense of pleasure in his face. He lies back down still breathing heavily from the thrill of the burning sensation in his wrist.
Slowly he drags his chicken legs from under sheets and sits up on his bed staring at himself in the mirror that's on the other side of the room. He runs his hand over the various bruises engulfing his face. He stops at a bump on the edge of his chin and stars pressing down on clenching his teeth to stop himself from shouting. He slowly decreases the pressure until he takes hand completely of his face.
He picks up a pair of maroon coloured jeans of the floor and a checkered red and white shirt he found close by. He lifts up his shirt revealing deep scars all over his upper body. They seem to be recent scars as scabs seem to have just started to develop as well as dried up blood on the scars. He slips his arms into his shirt struggling to button up his shirt as his fingers seem to have a very little blood. As he slowly finishes he grabs his jeans putting them on over his black and red boxer shorts. He grabs his hat placing it on his head instantly covering his jet black hair . He takes a last look at himself as if he is saying goodbye staring at what he has become. Final thoughts fly through his head as he opens the door of his room .
As he walks to the stairs he passes a picture of his family merely taking a glimpse at the photo in disgust. He slowly walks downstairs dragging his feet as he hears the sound of his parents discussing politics as usual whilst my brother is attempting to gain there attention unsuccessfully as usual. He delves into the right jean pocket grabbing his keys. He places his feet into a pair of plain black Velcro trainers without undoing them.As he does so one of his various key chains jabs into his wrist he gasps but quickly stops trying to avoid any attention. He eventually pulls out the keys his hands shaking as he's trying to hold them up. He opens the door with a sense of urgency to his movements quickly closing it behind him closing the door with the keys. He then places the keys back in his pocket and leans back against the door taking a couple of deep breaths trying to regain his energy.
He starts walking to walk away from the way still dragging his feet against the floor. He looks up at the clouds in the sky and spots one in a unusual shape. He continuously stairs at the cloud intrigued by its form factor as he continues walking forward. He reaches a stairs case with three levels that leads to a bridge. Takes a deep breath as he places his right foot on the step.
He slowly walks up the stairs until he starts severely struggling. He starts to use his arms to pull his legs up the stairs. As he does so a young couple walk past him staring at him as they are amused to see him in pain. He sees this as no surprise as everyone enjoys seeing him in this state.
He eventually reaches the bridge and sits on the edge looking down at the cars below him as his legs take a rest. As he stares at the cars below him thoughts fly through his. He tries reminding himself about how much people cared for him. The only problem people didn't. He tries reminding himself of all the times his family would embrace the fact that he was alive rather than taking him for granted that was the usual for him. He finds himself standing on the edge of the bridge. His legs shaking as he stares down at the cars. He feels the adrenaline rushing through his veins. His eye lids close ready to let go of life as he hears a that voice in the distance.
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Is there a way?
Genç KurguA boys starts losing hope in the torrid life he's enduring. He has been down a path of torment until someone returns to his life who he'd thought he had lost. But was their return a blessing or a curse?
