This story involves suicidal themes. If you are uncomfortable with this and/or things of similar nature. Please skip this story. If you are not bothered then please enjoy. And apologies if Norway is OOC.
This is yet another story dedicated to Mangled_Killer Enjoy!
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You were sitting on the couch of your empty home, eyes glossed over, staring at the ceiling. A hoodie lay over the arm of the couch, scars and injuries of new and old littered your arms, a blade clasped tightly in your right hand, blood poured out of your left arm, tears cascade down your face, and a small, sad smile graced your lips. You had done it yet again. You had done it yet again. A slice for it all. Not deep enough to kill you. You deserved this suffering that has been caused. You heard your stomach call for food, and ignored it. This was your third day without food. People could classify you as anorexic. If they knew, that is. 'No one cares enough to give a thought about me. I'm not important and never will be!,' You thought bitterly to yourself. Whist in the middle of your brooding moment, there was a knock at the door. You look at the door emotionlessly, slowly putting the hoodie on, and leaving the knife on the small table in front of the couch. You stood in front of the door. Waiting for another knock. A few seconds passed and there it was, sighing you open the door and there stood someone you had not expected.
One of the neighbor boys, you remember that this one was Lukas? Yeah, this was Lukas. He wasn't out as much as the others. His emotionless expression, indigo blue eyes, Sandy blonde hair, and cross clip made it pretty clear. He stared at you, and you stared back. This went on for about five or six minutes before he spoke, "The fairies told me to check on you...." before he trailed off. You both had spoken fairly a bit over the time of being neighbors with them. You remembered that he was a big mythological believer. His favourite subject to rant about was fairies and trolls. You blinked and spoke nonchalantly, "The fairies told you? Well... I'm fine." He seemed to not be focused on a single word you had said. You scrunched your eyebrows before following his gaze which led to your left hand.
The blood was trickling down. 'Fuck,' you thought,' He's seen too much...' You quickly looked back at his face, and saw something unexpected. His eyes flashed as if reliving a foul memory, a small upset look rest on his face. Almost as if living a memory, he carefully rolled up the sleeves of the hoodie. He stared at the the wounds, before hugging you gently. A gentle whisper, "I won't be too late...." You could've sworn he said 'this time' but you were uncertain. "I-I'm sorry, but I can't have you continuing to do this..." Lukas looked worried and nervous, "But I am going to keep an eye on you from now on." Inside your chest you felt the beat of something you believed that long ago, faded. A heartbeat. You sigh, "Fine..." Lukas went towards his more neutral expression, "A-alright. Let's get you something to eat." As you both wandered to the kitchen.
☆~In all honesty, I was originally going to kill someone in this. However couldn't write to have it make sense [mostly from the fact the fairies would have told on you many times :P] But whatever! hope you enjoyed this..... Somehow floofy thing?~☆
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