His fingers traced along the scars. He was going to open them today. It was for his own good.
He grabbed the razor.
" I don't want to do this," He thought, "But I'm forced to.." He wined.
He took the razor and lined it up with a scar.
With a few winces and a bit of a struggle, he cut straight along the scar. Re opening it as blood trickled out.
Then another cut came along. And another, and another. They were somehow perfectly straight. Lining up with every scar he had there before.
He put a paper towel on the cuts, taped it down, then rolled his sleeve up.
He walked back to his computer and said down, only to see a missed skype call from someone.
"Oh no. Not him..."
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Hey guys! I'm back. I wanted to write a new story until I get ideas for another doctor who related story. I'm hoping this story will be similar to my doctor who/jack harkness one. This is a Septiplier Fanfiction. And there might be some fluff and smut later on *nudge nudge wink wink*. Anyways, stay tooned for more guys! Talk to you all later!
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Catch Up {Septiplier}
FanfictionPrologue [please read]: The blood trickled down his arm as he sighed. Once again he was stuck in the terrible world with nothing but himself and a razor. He didn't like it this way. No. He didn't want it this way. But the voices spoke to him one day...
