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CW/TW; ! SELF HARM.
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Hurt. Hurt is all that [Name] could feel. No matter how many times he tries to talk to Reki, he would just get ignored by him. Reki was too distracted. Too distracted with his other, best friend, Langa. Only to not realize how the tall [h/c] haired boy was feeling. How can one friend hurt the ones who's been through thick and thin with him?
There the stoic male stood, in front of the bathroom sink. Washing off the dried up blood left on the sharp blade, and carefully dabbed the bloodstains that had been left on his skin with the rough toilet paper. No reactions from him. Must have been used to the pain. He looked up to the mirror in front of him. Thoughts came in flooding his head, leading it to one particular question at last.
'i helped you with everything you went through, but what about me?' 'seems like I've been forgotten once again.' 'you promised.'
With the sudden urge of hitting something, he gave a good punch to the mirror. Pieces of shattered glass flew and fell onto the sink countertop. Sighed as his glossy [e/c] eyes were being stung with pain. Tears wanted to come out but he sucked it up.
School the next day was the usual. [Name] arrived at class with bandages around his arms. The other students was staring at him, whispering to one another about him. He ignored them and went straight to his desk. A familiar sky blue-haired male walked up to him, greeting him.
"Good morning, [Name]," he greeted with a smile on his face. [Name] gave a small nod in response. Langa looks around the male, searching for his skateboard. "..Where's your skateboard, [Name]? You're not hanging with us after school today?"
"Mh... I'm going to be busy. Moms need me for today," he lied. "Ah, alright then," Langa nodded. His eyes lingered towards the dirty bandages that [Name] had. "What happened to your arm, [Name]?"
"Things." he immediately answered. Langa took the lie and went for his desk. [Name] let out a relieved sigh and lay his head on the table, not wanting to see the redhead coming into the classroom.
The whole day, Reki didn't even talk to [Name] at all. All his attention was towards the Canadian. [Name] didn't feel too good. He really wants to just leave at that moment. Back home, [Name] locked himself in his room. Intrusive thoughts were overwhelming him. It was pressuring. Just thinking about the little things hurts.
