A deafening screech erupted from Scarlet's mouth as he let all of his emotion resurface. The poor guy felt so guilty he didn't know what to do with himself.
His true self longed to show itself. The urge to let everything he's ever held onto go left a burning sensation in his throat as he clawed at the skin surrounding his neck. How lovely would it feel to finally let go of everything? Scarlet definitely didn't have anything to lose. So why stop now? Why not let everything he's ever thought horridly of, free? What exactly is holding him back?
Nothing.
Nothing was holding him back.
The inhumane shriek he let lose brought tears to his eyes as he looked around, frantically trying to let all of his emotion out. It wasn't working though. How was he supposed to let out such a foreign emotion he couldn't even explain?
Was it regret?
No.
Shock?
No.
Sadness?
No.
Rage?
No.
All of them?
Possibly.
Scarlet's fingers itched to throw something, to hurt something. To hurt someone.
His tears turned dry as he let out a hardy laugh. The thought of hurting someone made his skin crawl as he furiously punched a wall.
Blood.
Yes, that's it. Blood.
Scarlet punched the wall again, and again, and again. The sight of the beautiful blood oozing from his knuckles have him a fuzzy feeling.
Oh how the poor Scarlet has been deprived of this feeling for so long. How could he have forgotten about this feeling?
Another punch.
Another laugh.
More.
All Scarlet wanted was more. More blood, more pain, more feeling.
Feeling.
All he ever wanted was to feel something and he finally got it. It didn't matter what kind of feeling it was. It didn't matter what he had to do to get it.
Even if that meant he had to hurt himself to get it.
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Action"You're crazy." She whispered ever so quietly. "I know." Is all he said before his clear Hazel eyes stared at her. If anyone looked at the intense stare off they would've thought they were in love, but Juliette knew he was staring at her with pure h...
