Not an OC origin story, just involving one I use a lot.
Trigger Warning.
3rd person
A kid sat alone at the park. His name was Jay. Jay Nile. Jay was the classic emo stereotype. He had silver hair that covered one blue eye. He wore a black t shirt over a blakc and purple striped long sleeved one. Black, ripped skinny jeans and black converse accompanied that. He wore a black, spiked choker, a matching one around his wrist. See, classic stereotype. He was shy, he was always alone, he was quiet, and he always seemed sad. If anyone asked, he would say, "I'm fine." He wasn't lying, technically. He really wasn't. That night, when he went home. He walked to his room, shut the door, and locked it. He opened his dresser drawer, and pulled out a silver object he loved so much. What was it? A razor of course. He sat in a corner, rolling up his sleeves. He smiled to himself, and slid the sharp thing across his wrist. "I'm Fine." He whispered. Cutting words into his arm. What were they?
Fat.
Insecure.
Neglected.
Embarrassed.
Yeah....He was perfectly Fine.
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