Different {Larry Stylinson}

Prologue

The blood dripped down my arms. I dragged the blade across my skin again and again. It hurt like hell, but I love the pain.

Tonight will be the night. I finally take the pills. I finally die.

I grab the bottle of pills from the cabinet and take at least ten. Everything drifts into a blurry façade.

I feel my body hit the floor, hitting my head on the way down.

I feel blood pool up around my deep, dark curls. I couldn't even kill myself without messing it up.

I shut my sad, green eyes for one, last time.

The last thing that passes through my thoughts are of the deep blue eyes that I fell in love with, that perfect smile, that fantastic man.

I am finally within the arms of death.