REDBIRD

Hey wattpad 

So its yet another story. This tome, I'm writing it completely different than I usually do.  

I'm doing it in my fail attempt to duplicate Olafferty's beautiful writing style. Its inspired by her story called blackbird which I find amazing. It reminder me of my char Kell who is also anorexic like Mark and he cuts himself so I tried to recreate it with him. 

Sorry its nor spell checked I'm doing this on my phone...enjoy....comment...fan? 

REDBIRD 

Word : Pain 

Definition: An unpleasant feeling of discomfort or hurt. 

Synonyms : hurt. angst. agony. suffering. distress.torture. shock. ache. spasm. strain. sting. wound. laceration. sickness.

The Blood: It runs down my wrists like a gory waterfall. twisting, turning. Unrelenting like the anguish that caused it. 

Who I Am: Kell Okuma.I'm seventeen. I have no family. I have a girlfriend named Noki. I am a most wanted criminal for just being alive. I wish i wasnt. 

My addictions: pain. hurt. razors. blood. pain. hunger. fighting. pain. 

Why im still alive: The question I ask myself every day. 

The Reason: Mom died of cancer when I was eleven. Dad killed himself when I was thirteen. Started cutting at age fourteen. Stopped eating not long after. 

My Body: Is tall and skinny and scarred from years of self harm. I can count my ribs. My bones look like they will turn to dust. My skin is transculent. 

The Girl: Her eyes are wide and shiny with tears, locked with my own dull red orbs. She's shaking her head and saying something. I cant hear. I'm too dizzy to read her lips. 

Im fine, don't worry. 

Her lips press together. 

Her hands on mine as she pries the razor out of my shaking fingers. I can't hear over the sound of my madness 

My Mind : It's full of incomprehensible thoughts and sounds and memories. It's not nearly as numb as i'd hoped for. 

The Bandages: They're white and clean. Soft against my tender wrists. Blood seeps from the torn skin. I shut my eyes. I shut out the world . 

Her Voice: Is sweet and melodious. Comforting.  

Water: It leaks from my eyes almost as fast as the blood sprang from my wrists. 

The Hallway: I'm being led down it. I don't remember getting up, Leaving the room. I feel a hand in mine. My eyes are still closed. I don't plan on opening them. 

The Room: I hear the door open. I move forward. The door closes behind me. I'm trapped. I start to panic.  

My Eyes: they're open now. The room is a pale grey. Its Saske's . She's talking to Noki. She's glancing worriedly at me. I feel her hands on my arms. 

Again, Kell?  

Yes again. I cant stop . There's nothing left but this. 

I don't say that out loud. 

The bandages are pried from my wrists. The cuts are doused in perocide. It stings. I relish in its feel. 

Their eyes: Are pitying. 

The shame: Fails to effect me anymore.