{ Self Harm and Self Hate}
Spot had asked if Race would meet him at the Brooklyn Bridge for his hat, but it doesn't look like he'll be showing up.
Spot took out the blade again that was stained with his own blood. You don't deserve love. You don't deserve Race. You don't deserve Brooklyn. You don't deserve to be the King Of Brooklyn. You don't deserve to be a newsie. You don't deserve life. As these thoughts went threw his head he scissored into his skin making a fresh stream of blood flow down his arm. It was warm and bright red, the cold silver sharp blade felt amazing against his skin. At this point in Spot's life he couldn't stop.
Race popped up outta nowhere. Spot was over the moon that Race had shown up, of course he couldn't show it, but that didn't lessen his happiness. They talked a little and then Race got up and went to the docks, Spot followed and when Spot was next to Race, he threw Spot in the freezing cold pitch black water. So Spot swam to the docks picked up Race, threw him over his shoulder, and tossed him into the water. Race swam to the docks and said "fair enough Ise deserved dat." spot just laughed and shook his head. "Well Spotty, can Ise have me hat back now?" Race asked. "Number one, I told you to never call me Spotty, Number two, you'll get you'se hat back when you'se earned it.
Well then how do I earn it?.......
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Brooklyn Bridge
Fanfiction"Jack why's do I have ta come?" Race questions. "Because Racer, your my second which means you have ta come ta meetings and that includes Brooklyn." It's not that Race didn't like Brooklyn, he loved Brooklyn, he even sold his papers in Brooklyn, but...
