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explicit scene containing self-harm.
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the hauntingly beautiful sight of crimson red blood staining his polished sink leaves him with ferocious desire.
as the liquid drains, thick with spite, so do all of his worries; he's been grudging them for so long, fortunate to even have the patience to stick with them.
instead of ruthlessly running away from his problems, this is his alternative. more convenient, he thinks. one large slash at a time, one less problem he has to bare.
soon, the entirety of his once elegantly shining sink lies under the humiliating sheet of fresh blood. it relentlessly paints his bathroom from the cool, marble tiles to the blank canvas his blinding white walls provided.
the thick substance hastily trickles down the boy's arms, taking its time to create a delicate representation of how merciless he has become.
the freshly torn flesh layer each other quickly, equaling the speed of how fast his unnecessary worries got piled up. though his tainted ivory skin has become hypersensitive to the whispering air alone, it doesn't compel the boy to continue on with the abuse.
when he's finally contented with the damage, he viciously slams the weapon onto the contaminated counter.
his mind is clouded with hazy thoughts, and he's only aware of the vulgar events that had just happened.
the sickening duo of remorse and guilt anchor themselves into the pit of his stomach, enjoying the leisure of loitering in his system.
stumbling, he manages to escape from the unnerving atmosphere in search for pills. good pills. the ones that relieve pain.
it takes him a while, but once he locates the sight of the taunting capsule, he takes one.
two.
six.
fifteen.
then his mind is engrossed in an uncannily black environment.
