A/n. This is my first time writing and I'm not expecting this story to get many reads but I'm going to try anyway feel free to comment and ask questions.
Izaya's POV
Why did he have to come here, of all places. I'm not strong enough right now, my head is still spinning and I can't even find my switch blade, I'm so hungry. I mean, I haven't eaten for about a week. I haven't even got changed since yesterday,
And my shirt sleeves are stained red . It's lucky I wear grey and black it's less noticeable that way.
I should never had gone for a walk
Flashback to yesterday night: nobody POV
Izaya slammed the half bottle of vodka on the table along with two other empty ones,
"ugh" Izaya murmured as he slammed it. He pulled his switch blade out of his pocket,
and tossed it in the air a few times before slamming that down on the table too, causing the blade to pop out of the handle.
Tears began to fill his eyes but he wiped them away " im so pathetic" he managed to get out before bursting into tears.
It wasn't like Izaya to cry, but sometimes he couldn't help it, he'd been feeling so depressed lately and it was becoming unbearable to him.
He knew one way to make himself feel better, but he promised Shinra he would never do it again, not after what happened last time. But Izaya was starting to feel like he had no other choice.
He picked up the already opened switch blade and walked into the bathroom.
He pulled up his sleeve to reveal horrible scars covering his whole arm. He put the blade to his wrist and started to press it hard against it. Then he swiped the blade across his wrist a few times.
Blood started to drop onto the white tiles. After about an hour of this he started to feel faint,and collapsed onto the bathroom floor which was now covered in blood.
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I Don't Need Your Help - shizaya (completed)
أدب الهواةWhen Izaya falls into a depression, and feels like it's all over, will Shizuo be able to help him? Warning: Self harm, could trigger some people
