Once Bitten

More Time (31)

Broken skin and blood were all MK could see, staring down uncomprehendingly at the wound that wasn't a bite mark- it wasn't, with wide eyes. It felt like he couldn't breathe, like the world had stopped spinning and time had frozen until finally his chest started to ache and he had to take in a shuddering breath, the situation sinking in suddenly.

He... he needed to get rid of this. He told himself, thoughts all foggy and dipped in static, and he sucked in a deep breath as he tore his eyes away from the wound, blood dripping down his arm. It helped cover the sight of the bite though so MK didn't mind, ignoring how warm his arm felt and the sharp pain burning at him as he grabbed his bag, quickly rooting through it with his good arm and pulling out the sharp kitchen knife he'd taken from home. 

He stared at it, muscles and limbs trembling, and slowly brought it up to his arm. He just- he just needed to- to get rid of it before- he had to- he couldn't finish the thought. 

He placed the blade down on his arm, not hard enough to do anything, and took in a deep breath. It didn't help, and there was so much water dripping from his eyes that he could bearly see, vision blurred and fogged with tears. He almost choked on it, gasping a painful breath when droplets splattered onto his arm, watering down the blood that was on it, and at the sight of the teeth indents in his arm, MK let out a shaky sob. 

He made sure the knife was above the wound and just under the crook of his elbow, hands trembling and shaking, then took in another gasping breath, feeling his heart pound like a jackhammer in his chest hard enough to hurt. 

It didn't hurt as much as the stinging in his arm, though. 

"C-come on, MK. You can- you can do this." He told himself, pressing the knife down just a little. It was hard enough to hurt, and he pressed a little harder just to feel it pierce softly through the flesh, a whimper escaping him at the ringlets of blood beading around the knife.

Fingers shaking and vision blurring enough that he couldn't see for a moment he whined loudly, gasping for air as he pulled the knife away. The cuts weren't deep enough but they hurt all the same. 

MK wasn't sure how he was supposed to- How he was- 

"You-you've got to. Come on, MK. Just- just do it." He gritted out, adrenaline burning through his veins and he raised the knife, eyes staring deep at the line of blood on his arm he'd cut into as he imagined slicing down through it. 

Only what if it didn't go all the way through? His arm had flesh and tendons and even bone to get through. How much would it hurt? 

"You have to! Come on, MK. Just- just-" He gasped, more sobbing noises escaping him as his hand shook wildly, and suddenly he was choking back a scream, a small noise of despair escaping him when he realized he couldn't do it. He couldn't do it. 

Throwing the knife to the floor he put his face into his hands and wailed, a low, painful noise that shook his ears and hurt his throat.

He couldn't do this. 

He just... he couldn't. 

Before he lost the adrenaline that was keeping him moving or stayed in this position forever MK made himself sit up, grabbing his bag again and then looking down at the discarded knife. 

Small blood stains sat on the edge, and when he grabbed it his hands were shaking bad enough that he almost sliced off a finger anyway. Without thinking any more about it, he shoved the cursed item into his bag, pulling out his first aid kit instead. 

"Okay. Okay, this is fine. Everything's fine. I just- I just need to cover it up and- and-" He inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling tears prick at the corner of his eyes as his hand trembled and shook, clumsily opening the kit.