That but smaller ^
At home~ Andy's pov~
I walked home today, surprisingly Duce didn't wait for me... To beat me up like.
I managed to get home today with no bruises. whatsoever. I smile as I open the door.
"Hi mum." I chirp, waving to her before jogging upstairs as my little baby sister follows me to the baby gate and cries as I step over it and she can't follow me, I pick up my grey beenie from the pile of socks and underwear at the bottom of the stairs before I go up them to my room.
I open the door and step inside, the unclean teenager smell hitting my nostrils and laying on the flat of my tongue.
I strip myself of my school uniform and grab a shirt off the floor, sniffing it to see if it's clean before grabbing a hoodie and covering my arms.
I pull it on over my head and grab a pair of skinny jeans off the floor, tugging them on, rolling around on my bed as I pull them up.
Once my legs are confined in the tight fabric I put on a bullet belt and make my way to my mirror, I have no bruises on my face so I smile a little bit, grabbing my makeup bag, I apply a ring eyeliner and some light grey eyeshadow to my face, followed by a light pink coloured lip balm.
Rummaging through the bottom of my bag I pull out a silver lip ring and clean it off with the bottom of my shirt before pushing it into the small hole in my lip.
Happier than usual I turn on my MP3 and put it on shuffle
~She's got worms in her mouth, spider webs in her hair
Yeah she may be fucking dead, but I don't care (yeah!)~
nodding my head to the lyrics merrily, I loved motionless in white.
I threw myself into my bed and turned my phone on, unlocking it with the passcode 666, and going on tumbler,
Kinky-little-kitten commented on your photo.
It was a picture of my wrists, after I cut them, beads of blood forming at the edges.
Kinky-little-kitten: omfg, why would you do that!
Dead-as-fuck (me): ...
Kinky-little-kitten was
mr. Copper. he didn't know it was me though, however I had a very small tattoo on my wrist so I had to cover that with foundation.
I clicked on add photo and rolled up my sleeves, taking a picture of my left wrist, swapping hands and the right wrist, the caption was 'healing up nicely.' I click post and wait for someone to say something.
After a minute I get bored and just close my eyes whilst listening to music, the drum, bass and guitar were all wrapped together by the vocalist... SHIT I FORGOT THE TATTOO! It was a heart where you could see a ribcage inside of it. Oh shit! No now if he sees it he'll!!-
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Mr. Copper was a supervisor, but he stayed because he... liked? The job. I don't know why he would like 'the cages' as we called it. I guess it was because of the dominance you have as a teacher is overpowering seeing as though we're one of the only schools in England that still slow beatings and severe punishments. I'll leave the school when/if he does.
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I face palm in anger, and scowl. no, I wasn't going to delete that picture because It would be suspicious. Damnit, oh well... Let's just hope he hasn't seen my tattoo in real yet.
POV change to Lynx~
I round up the spare files on my desk and stack them neatly beside my laptop, taking a deep breath as i hear the sweet sound of silence.
I brush the black hair out of my eyes and take a cigarette from the packet, resting on the mouse, reach into my pocket and light it.
Taking a long drag I turn on my phone. Lots of tumbler notifications but by messages.
I went on tumbler and flicked through some pictures
Just boring quotes and shit... I don't think twice at the picture of the self harm on a boys wrist. I know him, it's Andy from my form, I felt bad for him though, dude, I mean he's fourteen, I mean poor kid is dreaming of death but the poor sod hasn't even experienced the tip of life's dick.
Ha yeah. I'm not funny.
Kinky-little-kitten (me): I'm sorry, nice ink though bro!! :3
Dead-as-fuck: um thanks... Don't be sorry.
I decide to go on a private chat with d-a-f, he was more then happy to.
K-l-k: can we talk about ur cutting?
D-a-f: *sends picture of wrists*
Sure..!
K-l-k: look I used to and I know how addictive it is.
D-a-f: you did?
K-I-k: yup, *sends picture of wrists that have very old scars*
Gtg home now so c u later.
I grab my rucksack and tuck my phone into my back pocket before leaving the classroom.
Sorry diz took so long
Bye, Rawr XD (nuzzles)
