Adonis- Lucas
I stared at myself in the mirror. What is wrong with me. What happened to my 15 year old self. When I actually respected people, respected women. Now I'm just a dick.
"Mr Marchetti?" Hanna asked flirtatiously "are you ready for round four?"
"Get out Hannah" I said.
"What?" She asked sounding sad.
"I'm not going to ask again. Get out!"
She grabbed all her stuff and rushed out of the room.
I walked to my bathroom. I get especially hatful towards myself right now. A tear dropped down my cheek.
I opened the drawer under my sink and pulled out a sharp blade. It's not the first time I've done this.
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AN: SELF-HARM.
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I ran the knife under the cold water.
I ran my hand up my left arm.
Right there was the tattoo my father made me get. The tattoo of his mafia.
In a few days time this mafia will be mine.
I have to take Isabela to my 'ceremony'.
I shook the thought of Isabela out of my head.
Tears streamed down my face.
I bit my lip.
I smacked my hand across my cheeks to wipe away the tears but they kept falling.
I gave up and place the blade firm against my arm.
I slowly sliced through the skin.
My blood trickled down my arm in a slow drop. My tears slowed as well.
It was almost as if my tears were falling simultaneous to the blood.
I cringed when I cut deeper and deeper.
I sat on the floor.
I was feeling quite light headed.
But I didn't know if it was because I was exhausted or if I was losing too much blood.
I gripped the knife tight as I rested my head on the wall behind me.
My arm dripping blood onto the floor.
I then heard a scream and a thud coming from outside my room.
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YOU ARE READING
Poison
Romance' I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, another in my hair. I felt his warm breath on my neck. I melted in to his touch. I longed for it. I craved it. His hands traced my body. It gave me pleasant goosebumps. His lips connected with my...
