Attempted Humanity | BSD [soukoku]

Part 1

Warnings:

- Self harm
- Suicide
- Violence & murder
- Foul language
- Underage drug and alcohol use
- General criminal activity

Humans hurt.

Torn flesh,

Crimson blood,

White hot pain,

Cauterized gashes.

Humans suffer.

Tears of sorrow,

Infected grief,

Chronic injuries,

Traumatic pasts.

Humans conflict.

Justified retribution,

Terror incitement,

Parasympathetic triggers,

Cold manipulation.

Humans thrive (on value).

Practical worth,

Gracious actions,

Harmonious minds,

Savior complexes.

Humans feel.

Unavoidable temptation,

Elusive endorphins,

Cortisol spikes,

Shaking hands.

Humans appreciate.

Dilated pupils,

Upturned lips,

Tranquil souls,

Dopamine hits.

Humans bond.

Mutual understanding,

Skin touching skin,

Elevated oxytocin,

Shared eyes.

Humans hurt.

Crimson drops pitter into the sink, mixing to transparency with the running tap water. A red haired boy hunches over the sink, illuminated brightly by the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. He's wearing a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The shirt is partially untucked from his pants and a few buttons at the neck are undone. A pair of black gloves sit off to the side of the sink. He holds his Bowie knife in his right hand, the blade reflecting sharply in the light. A large gash on his left palm continues to drip blood into the deeply stained sink. The air in his small bathroom apartment smells metallic. It's not too often he sees his blood, and the view brings with it a sense of ease. I'm still capable of bleeding. The gash itself doesn't hurt very much, possibly due to the sharpness of the blade. He runs the hand under the tap and feels the sting of water passing through the wound, causing him to let out a groan.