Ello reader,
I'm warning you now that this has some graphic pain, yeah pain. The man is hurt as you know so read at your own risk :p
He looked at the blood pouring from his star tattoo and breathed heavily.
He needed it to stop and tried as hard as he could.
Soon he took a pair a tweezers and put them into the hole that broke his star. He pulled the pushed down skin up and screamed as loud as he could.
Just saying that if you skipped they pain part you can start reading now.
Soon the star was bandages over and he hated not seeing it while he waited to see a doctor.
A man limped in and looked at him.
His eyes such a striking blue that he glared as if with blue fire in his eyes.
He stopped and fell to his knees.
"Sir" a nurse screamed.
"She got me, Heather got me" he cried and grabbed the nurse's arm. "I always loved you".
She was pulled into a kiss then he stopped and coughed up blood.
He was gone and he knew it.
Looking at his arm then looking at the man.
He was seen and stitched up. But the scar was never shown so the star lived on.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
