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Dean W: HELLOOO? CAS!!!
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Cas found a knife, the cool metal felt good against his skin. He slowly dug the silver blade into his skin. Hot blood gleemed, and dripped. His own family had abandoned him, and people were just a bother. He decided he didn't belong. Thats when he heard a 'ding' from his phone. But it was too late. The vein was already cut. The blue eyed boy decided to make a few more small cuts, it felt good, he felt alive. There was no sudden urge that he didn't want to die. Every fiber in him wanted to be dead. The extra cuts were more for pleasure. He knew within a matter of minutes he would bleed out anyways. So what gives if he checks his phone?
He checked his phone, his vision blacking out slowly. He wasn't even in pain. The rush of relief came over him. What was left of his heart sank into his stomach. "Dean," he whispered softly. He knew Dean barely knew him, he knew Dean can't hear him. He didn't trust Dean. He never trusted anyone. But for the first time, he hoped that he had not dug the knife deep enough into his skin. Only because he hit the unblock button as his vision was fading.
