Soft skies and Monotone mornings

.Chapter 1.

Phil's POV,

I sit in my bathroom as the ice cold blade lays on my tattooed arm, almost piercing my skin. "Should I do this, Why would people care? I'm different to them..'" I whisper as I stare at my clean wrist.

My parents are not in for 2 days and it's almost 12am. "Fuck them, they already hate me, I'm just a Punk, a worthless punk..." I whisper to myself before the blade sinks into my skin, My eyes squinting at the pain. It was the worst pain I've felt physically in a long time. "OWW shit.. Fuuuuck" I shout into the house, causing echoes in the bathroom.

I slowly move the blade across my wrist. The pain killing me. "AHHHH" I scream. Trying to get the emotional and physical pain to stop. A loud sob soon escapes my lips and I knew that I was finally defeated.

I looked down at the disaster on my wrist but I shook my head "They Hurt me so why can't I hurt myself!" I cry as I make the second cut, it stinging a lot more than the first.

Horrible flashbacks playing over my mind. The punching, the kicking, the name calling, I deserve everything I get.. Who would like a Stupid Punk like me?

"Why me? Just.. Why me.. I know I might dress differently but that's not my fault... I just like it.. Why pick me?" I scream out. Taking all of my anger out on the house

They Picked You because your different, because your a worthless person with piercings. Your useless

The voices scream. I just nod. Feeling to weak to speak. My hands shaking as the blood stated pin pricking across the slightly deep cuts I made. I cut myself five more times before feeling the beautiful relief.

Me screaming and sobbing loudly at the pain it's causing me.

Finally feeling the relief that I have been craving for months now I look down at my wrist, the tattoo now looked broken and ripped up

My eyes soon widened as I realised what I have done to myself. "Shit.. Why did I do this in fucking summe?" I ask myself and inhale deeply before letting the breath escape my lungs. "I'm such a fuck up" I whisper.

I Tried to stand up but immediately fell straight back down, I needed to clear my head. I tried standing up again and I eventually succeeded. I washed my wrist off, hissing at the horrible stinging the water was making as it went into the cuts.

I wiped off the blade and grabbed the little black and purple box, placing it in there for now and throwing it under my bed before jumping onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My arm stinging terribly

What have I done?
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