Dogs Beg, Wolves Demand

He's Not Coming Back, John

Eltry couldn't see himself in the mirror. Well, he didn't recognize himself. Purple bags under his eyes, his skin looked pale and dead from lack of attention, his pupils were small. There was no denying the fact that Eltry LaceWell looked dead.
He felt that way too.

Eltry looked down at his arms. He had thrown his jacket into the corner and rolled up his sleeves to perform his sinning deed. His wrists were dripping blood down into the sink below, smearing his paled skin. Eltry didn't take his eyes from the mirror though. His teeth were clenched together and he looked like his little kitten was thrown into oncoming traffic. He felt the razors in his palm begin to dig into his fingers as he gripped it too tightly.

He dropped it into the sink, flicking the blood off. Blood splattered onto the bottom of the mirror and he turned the sink on, sticking his wrists under the running water. It stung. Blood slithered into the sink silently, disappearing down the drain. Blood kept welling up though, coming and coming. Eltry retracted quickly, reaching under the counter for a towel. He pressed the said item against his self-inflicted wrists and bit his lip, eyebrows creasing in pain. No realization had come to him yet.

Eltry looked back up at the mirror, looking at his face. His /dead looking face/. He tried looking back down but couldn't pull his gaze away. It looked like he had come to a point in which he knew what he did. Eltry's eyes began burning as tears entered them and he let out a small whine, turning his back to the sink, he leaned against it. Lifting the towel, he saw it was covered in blood. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

The door suddenly shuddered with a knock and Eltry became dizzy with fear. "Eltry, are you alright?"
He heard his father and opened his mouth to say something, but instead a strangled sob made its way out. The door was opened and John walked in, eyes flashing down quickly to see the scene. Eltry stared at him wide eyed, dropping the soaked towel onto the ground. "Eltry what did you do?"John whispered, quickly walking over to him. He picked up Eltry's hand quickly, looking at the deep slit marks and then back to Eltry's tearful gaze.

Eltry shook his his head, grabbing onto his father shirt and sunk to the floor, tugging him with him. John got down on his knees, grabbing the towel and pressing it to the slow bleeding wrists. "You cannot do this to yourself."John said sternly, not meeting his gaze. "Not as long as you're under my roof, You need to make some friends. Do something to help yourself. Stop going with the flow of all this depression."He said. Eltry stared at him, shaking with a sad face. Such a sad face that John could never forget.

Eltry began crying, breaking out in broken sob. He tore his arms away, pressing his hands to his face as he cried. John reached forward, caressing his body in a gentle hug, "It's okay. You don't have to cry. You'll be okay."He whispered to him, blinking.
Eltry looked up at him, cowering in his comfortless touch. He whispered, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to the side.
"Can you just drop off my body in the river, dad? God please, please just do one fucking favor for me dad."