FroZres

Use Your Blood To Block The Pain

*trigger warning*
Scissors. These scissors were different, they were particularly sharp. My hand goes autopilot to grab the scissors; as my hand gets closer, my mind forms a picture that gets more, and more clear. My light arm, covered by red goop, pouring out, exposing itself. I push away the picture, not letting it overwhelm me. My fingers reach the blades, (which were closest to me) and latch on.
Even if there was blood, it wouldn't matter, over the years I've become sort of a machinist, mentally and physically.
Why not enhance that?
"Why not" I shrug, still sitting my top half on my calves and heels.
I role up my black sleeves, making sure my hoodie didn't get ruined.
The blades pierce my forearms, I cringe at the rest of the pain I still hated. My hands continue, stopping emotional pain with physical pain. My eyes watch as the blood slowly creeps down my arm. You'll need to clean that off, you know.
"Bathroom. I need the bathroom." My legs levitate up my upper body to stand straight. Left foot, right foot, left, right...
Cory's POV:
"Alright, just say, 'Tom, what are you doing? What was that crashing I heard? Are you alright?' You got this Cor."
SWOOSH! The door flings open, with a taller Tommy emerging from his room. "He-hey, Tom!"
"Hey.." Tommy doesn't look at me, just staring over my head, like a creep. "Can you move? I gotta go to the bathroom."
"Oh, sure." I slide to the left, sliding out of his view. "Tom, are you okay? I-"
"Yes-" Tom aggressively turns to me, his eyes pierce my heart, his face said "leave me alone, my emotions are too much right now". "I'm fine!"
Every single word Tommy said were fast, angry, and annoyed, like an upset toddler; or a wild Ashlie on her period.
"Okay, Tom, go release your estrogen." Playfully telling him it's okay to go release his anger.
Tommy's POV:
But, it's not just anger, Carl. It's reoccurring pain of being pierced by my own broken heart shards in my chest, trying to get out. Confusion, from why he chose her. Nick, you should've known I wanted you along. These were the saddening pains I couldn't escape, they showed me every single painful moment of rejection. They were my middle school bullies that I couldn't escape.
When I finally reached the bathroom my mind shut off, the ranting, pacing anger I would let loose, stayed inside, my body repelled the thought of letting loose, letting him go.
He doesn't want you, anyways. The only way out was blood. My life would become an emu mess.
My friends were nothing to me but pain I would never escape.

And I'm helpless to it all...