Andy's potv:
I sat staring at the blurring images that flash on the TV. I wasn't paying attention to the plot though. My thoughts were somewhere else. I was thinking about... Her. She was so perfect and her smile... Wow. She was everything I ever wanted. But... She'd never go for someone like me. No not a mess up like me. Not an ugly boy who hates reality. No. I'd be forever alone.
I start to cry. I wasn't going to hold it back...not this time. I jumped down from my bed and walked over to my wardrobe. I open it and lift up the flap at the back. I pull out the box and stare at the blades inside. They glisten in the moonlight that escapes the reach of my blinds.
The voice in my head tells me to do it. Do it! You're useless. Ugly! Do it! I give in to the voices in my head. I scrape it across my skin. Drawing crimson liquid. It trickles down my wrists and my thighs. I do it again and again getting deeper each time. Again and again. Scrape scrape. Ugly! Useless! Worthless! Alone. Scrape.Ugly.Scrape.Alone.Scrape.Useless. Scrape. Alone. Scrape.Worthless.Scrape Alone. Scrape! The pain gives me pleasure. To hurt somebody I hate. To hurt somebody I hate... If gives me pleasure. I can't stop. Deeper and deeper. Blood continues to pour out of the self inflicted wounds. I stop. Drop it in disgust and start to shake uncontrollably. The blade was stained in my blood. The metallic smell made me feel physically sick. Droplets of crimson cover my legs and wrists in patterns. I pick it up and take it to the box. I put them away hurriedly and shut them in my wardrobe. I wipe the blood away with a cloth and. Wait for it to dry. Then I slip into my pjamas and then into bed. I start to shake again. I got so far. I've given up. I'm a failure. I'm a fucking failure!! Not that anybody cares. Slowly sleep starts to swallow me. I lay in my blood and tear stained sheets. Ugly! Worthless. Useless Alone. Alone...
