how much do you plan on hurting me before your happy (BOYXBOY)

how much do you plan on hurting me before your happy

hi :) this is my first story and i hope u all like it xD !!!!!!!

oh and the pic is of Lavi <3 

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( POV Lavi )

 It was my second year of high school. I was already known throughout the school. Unfortunately...I was hated for it too. I used to think “ Why am  I even here? What was my purpose?'” I felt as though this was the worst place for me to be at. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, I used to have friends...I was happy with my life but the day I methim, that’s when all my problems came into play. 

His name was Andy Berkheart. He was 6'2, with a jet black hair and eyes so blue it would put the sky to shame. He was considered as the "Prince" of the school. All of the girls would practically kill each other over him and the guys wanted to be him. In my eyes, it was all really pathetic. I never saw what anyone else saw in him. To me, he was just some juice head that had all the school's attention. Probably had and ego big enough to match. 

I guess that’s how we became friends though. Looking back, it makes me think of how stupid this whole thing was. You see, when I first came to school, I was extremely depressed about everything. I don't really get along with anyone in my family. It's because of all the pain that I get from my family; the only way that I really feel free and safe, was when I felt my blood coming out of the fesh cuts on my skin, so yeah, I'm a cutter.

Anyway, on the first day of of freshman year, my family and I had a fight about how I was a bad child (when in reality all I ever did was nothing but listen to them and chill in my room) so I had no idea what they were talking about.

When I got to school, I thought all my worries would be done with and that all of what had happened could be delt with later. When I was at  school, it was all my problems were gone. I could just hang out with my friends...until I switched schools....again. I'd have to make a totally new start but I was fine with that.   

BUT, on that particular day school...it became unbearable to me. I needed a release and fast. So I went up to the roof of the school and locked the door. I was looking for taking out any thing sharp in my bag, any thing that I could use for a release... Finally, I took out some scissors I found in the bottom of my pencil case and  began to cut. The cold iron cutting into my burning skin was pure bliss.

 Tilting my head up and leaning on the door, I felt grounded but not full satisfied. It was sickening to have these feelings and knowing no matter how much I cut it wouldn't satisfy me. 

As I was walking back to my classes, not really paying attention to anyone or anything in particular, I felt dizzy. It was probably from all the blood loss but I didn't care....not one bit .Suddenly, everything went black and the only thing I felt were arms wraping around me, trying to catch me. With that, I was out like a feather.

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ok, so yea I know it's short but I'm still a noob at this so... I still hope you like it :) rate /comment / vote  if you like it :)

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ok so yea i noe its short but im still a nube at this so i still hope you like it :) rate /comment / vote  if you like it :)