I walked home and cleaned the blood off of me. Why did I do that? He apologized... he said he was sorry... but why should I forgive him? He basically made Jay have a nervous wreck. Wait, what am I doing worrying about Jay? He's dead. So is Seth. And Brian, Amy, Sarah...
I am tired. Tired of life, tired of being watched, tired of... everything. I could just kill myself, I could end all of it. Not like anyone would care. Not like anyone would know.
I went to the restroom and splashed water in my face. I need to stop having these thoughts. Change is an option. I started to cough, blood pouring into the sink. After five minutes of standing there in the bathroom, I collapsed.
I woke up and looked into the mirror.
On the mirror it said: YOU DO NOT CARE. STOP ACTING
In my own blood.
How do I know it's my blood? Honestly... I have no clue, but I can take a guess.
I looked down at the floor, blood dripped from my arm to the floor. The sleeve of my jacket was covered in blood, mainly around my upper arm. I raised my jacket sleeve.
I don't remember doing this. And the date is 12/22... I passed out two weeks ago...
I looked at the floor. Dried blood was everywhere.
How did this happen
(Sorry for the super short chapter)
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Distorted (an Alex Kralie story)
Fanfiction(I changed the title...) Two years after the stabbing incident, Alex is recovered from his wound. He finds out who totheark is, rethinks his life a bit, confronts Tim again, and visits someone who was very dear to him. (My first actual story on this...
