Hatsuharu's point of view
I walked up the stairs and went to the bathroom, closing the door quietly so I didn't wake anyone, and I sat in the farthest corner from the door. I dug my blade out of my pocket and wasted no time in rolling up my sleeves and slashing into my flesh. I was cutting with a purpose: pain, blood, scars.
Akito's words swam through my head as I destroyed my arm 'fuck up...dumbass...stupid cow...you're not a Sohma...blade freak...emo...stupid cow...you don't belong...family shame..."
I was ripping furiously into my skin and my right arm was soon a red mess. I put the blade in my other hand and began to work on my left arm.
'Coward....you can't do anything....freak....' Hot tears sprang from my eyes as I ripped through my arm.
I heard the door open and didn't look up.
"Haru!" I heard Kyo yell as I continued to slash through my arm.
A/N sorry it's short, but I wanted a bit of a cliff hanger type thing plus a point of view switch (I could have made it in the middle of the chapter, but that would bother me.)
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Fruits Basket: Thin blood
FanfictionKyo and Hatsuharu Sohma deal with their problems in self destructive ways ***trigger warning*** self harm and eating disorders are major themes in this I do not own Fruits Baskets or its characters (sadly)
