Congenital insensitivity to pain→ryden ✓

now.....it really starts

RYANS P.O.V

As I ruffle with the shit in my bag in the posh yet distorted high school bath room,as I search for the redish-black liquid that keeps me alive.HOLY SHIT!!!!!!,I yell I feel people looking at me from here,no.....no its not here I not here!!!!!.this has never happened before ever....

OK think, the cards!!!! In the box. if your wondering what "the cards" are they tell me locations to get blood by not killing. some thing my mom set up with a local witch I'm greatful for it though, as I walk out of the bath room I remember,I never even sought to look at who's my room mate."BRENDON URIE"it says in bold letters like some type of torcher oh god the weird as fuck one I ran into ugh....

I walk to my room stiffly to not bring on the hunger more,I walk in the room to see my room mates side is quite sloppy but its good it was way lighter before it just looks "evil" almost that's funny for me to say Im the actual darkness,I look for my box,I get it and it seems to be I dont know just use it RYAN.Huh what the hell were the one for today?! No no no no !!!!!!,I repeat. Oh god "he" must have messed with it ,why would he take it.

I search around the school hallways I can't even find him what the hell there is no classes right now what the hell,were is he I see him turn the corner I know he saw me,I hear the doors of the school open,so I speed up walking as go.I catch him I'm a matter of minutes. I push him upward upon the locker side of the hall. He moans with no emotional feeling behind it as almost like this is normal to "him.why....why are you doing this",Brendon says in a yet again monotone voice. He looks in my eyes like sees something in them,DID YOU MESS WITH MY STUFF.still looking in my eyes,like he's in a trance "What the fuck" I whisper accordingly. HUH?!,he exclaimed ,give me my stuff now!!!

Ok.....OK fine,he hands me the peace of paper, I drop him down and his black blink 182 shirt jumps up,I see cuts on his stomach fresh and healed ones also on his wrists too,I gasp in amazement of it I smell the blood I shutter in the smell of it so amazing oh god,what are you looking at?!,the scars on your body?!,I lean In to look at it,he looks at me I can see the pain in his eyes,I can see tears rising in his,it didn't even look like he was capable do even do that,I say in sheer disappointment ,"I'm sorry" he nods his head like a kid that's sad which makes me feel more like an ass hole than any thing

Tears still rolling down is face as he looks at my every move I help him up ,his small frame is probably the reason what the hell is he starving him self he shouldn't be this small framed at this age,anyway I apologize again as we walk too the *completely forgetting what I was supposed to be doing*.