Not Good Enough

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The long-awaited chapter!!! (@cgree401 I'm looking at you)

TW!! Self-harm, suicidal thinking, blood

3am

Lloyd POV

I lie awake in bed, thoughts swimming in my head.

Oni!

Lord Garmadon's son!

Evil!

Evil!

Evil!

I sit up, on the brink of tears. They were right. I don't deserve to live. I stand up and get on my gi, and my pocket blade.

I slip out the window, and walk into the forest next to the monastery. I walk for ten minutes, and come to a halt next to a boulder, twice my size. I climb it and reach the top. I then get out my blade and pull my sleeves up. I start to cut my forearm. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Look what you are doing to yourself, now how will you save Ninjago?

I don't CARE!

I DON'T WANT TO CARE ANYMORE!

Its... just too hard.

I'm crying now, slashing my arms and forming, big, scarlet marks. Fat droplets drip, drip, dripping down my arms. A sudden wave of sleepiness hits me. Maybe I'll just... close my eyes... for a little bit...

[later (unknown time)]

I blink awake, the sun flashing in my eyes. It takes me a second to remember my surroundings. My eyes slowly blink open my eyes, and then bolt upright when I realise, I was still in the forest. Have I been here all night? No matter. I look down at my arms, now just reddish-brown, and full of marks. Damn. It's going to be hard to cover these up from the rest of the ninja. I slide off the boulder and walk slowly to the house. I hope I have enough bandages...

I arrive at the monastery, and it seems that no one is awake. I crawl into my room through the window, and get some bandages out of my draw, along with cleaning alcohol. I bite my lip, and wash off the blood, and apply the alcohol. I intake sharply and start to wrap the new bandages around my arms. Instantaneously, red blood seeped through. I changed into a new uniform and went into the hallway. I round the corner, and literally run into Kai, sending us both onto the floor.

"Lloyd! Are you okay?" he says, concerned. He grabs my wrist and pulls me up. I wince and hope he doesn't notice.

"Yep." I reply.

"Well, I was just coming to tell you that training starts in five. Actually, you look a bit faint. Maybe you should go to bed" he said, concerned.

"Actually... I... feel... a little faint..." I mutter, and all fades to black.

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