Crimson → Jc Caylen

Prologue

His brown eyes sparkled sadly, glazing over in salty tears. He gazed down to his arm, a slightly pale sight. Light shone brightly from the window not to far away, the curtains being held opened by a tack.

Ugly.

A word all too familiar.

The strident word being permanently engraved in his mind. He was insecure, and self conscious. He hated his skin, every flaw bringing him down. He pitied himself and the decisions he made, though held a bright smile around others. However, the smile was far from genuine.

So there the boy sat, on the cold bathroom floor, nothing but lonely and sad. Tears shed slowly down his damp pink cheeks, showing his exact emotions, though nobody noticed. nobody cared.

With a small wince in pain, he drug the sharp, cold, metal object roughly against his pale flesh. A slight sting was felt, but he was mentally in far too much pain to notice the physical pain.

He watched as the crimson liquid flow gracefully down his arm. It was beautiful, the color, The contrast against his skin and just the release of pain overall.

It was beautiful.