"Fuck" I say realizing I slit my wrist but deep. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck tissues I needed tissues." I quickly jump of my bed dropping the blade and grab the tissue box. I wipe of the shit load of blood and start applying pressure.
Chris🐭
Hey
"Oh great" I exclaim annoyed, I'll just ignore him it's fine. He won't care right? No, he's not Rosaura. Fucking sensitive hoe, oh well hope it's nothing important.
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Flooded street
FantasyA story with my original random characters. There is Spanish and no I do not take my time and translate it, sorry. This story might contain, yelling, cutting, knifes/blades, cursing and homophobia/transphobia.
