Requsted by DarcyRose707
Wasn't exactly like they requested but I hope it will suffice. u.u
Sunny watched as the blood slowly dripped down his arm.
He held a box cutter in his left hand, blood coating the blade.
"Twenty seven." He mutters. He sets the box cutter next to him on the floor.
He smeared the blood around with his thumb. He sighs. "That's more than last time."
Blood dripped down onto his legs. Sunny closes his eyes. "I can do more." He whispers.
He takes the box cutter in his right hand, struggling to keep it steady.
He isn't as good at using his right hand as he is his left, so the cuts would be uneven.
Sometimes, it sucked being left handed. The worst thing about it was how people pointed it out. 'Oh you're left handed? Wow, that's so cool!' Like no the fuck it's not It's just his dominant hand like why the fuck is that so interesting you dumbfucks.
Oh, and there was also that one woman who called him the devil because of his left handedness. What the fuck is wrong with people???
Sunny shakes the thought from his head.
Just get on with it.
He hesitates.
You started this. Now keep going.
Sunny gulps down the build-up of saliva in his mouth. His throat hurt.
Cut. Cut deep.
Sunny quickly shoves the blade into his skin, groaning at the pain. He drops the blade after pulling it out.
He quickly stands up, grabbing the box cutter to clean it off. He sighs. He's an idiot. He was leaving town in a few weeks. Kel wouldn't stop bothering him and his already sleep deprived mother.
He flinches at the knocking at the door. It was late, too late for this. His mother was at work and he didn't want to answer the door. So instead, he washes the blood off of his arms, loosely bandages them, and heads back to his room.
Mewo peeks up at him, mewing softly. Sunny sighs, rubbing her head. His arms hurt. But that was entirely his fault. He lays down in bed, grunting when Mewo jumps up on him. "Good kitty." He mumbles.
Time goes by. He doesn't know how long. He'd spent all of it asleep. He was the only one who could wake himself up. But that made some sense.
Slowly, Sunny makes his way out of bed and to the bathroom. He stares at the bloody bandages on his arms, now worn and brownish from the dried blood. He must've slept for a while.
He carefully removes the bandages, wadding them up and tossing them in the trash can.
"Sunny! I made breakfast!"
His mother called him from downstairs. Sunny hesitates at the top of the stairs. He didn't want to eat. He just didn't feel hungry.
He sighs and heads back to bed.
After he curls up under the sheets, his mother knocks politely on the door before letting herself in. "Hey honey. Do you want me to leave it on your nightstand for you? I know you don't really like eating in the morning."
Sunny doesn't respond. His mother sighs and sets the plate down. "Sweet dreams, mommy loves you."
Sunny grips his pillow tighter.
