I felt terrible inside and out. Mentally and physically. I ran from Keith I... screamed at Keith, and he was just trying to help. But he should figure it out, it's too late for me. I felt so guilty it was driving me crazy. I went back to my room and locked the door. I knew it was a bad idea, and yes, I knew it wouldn't help the situation, but I couldn't control myself. I reached unset my bed and grabbed a small paper covered box. I slid off the lid and revealed the six small, sharp silver blades in the box. I took one out and sat against the wall, swiping the blade across my copper skin. It hurt but also felt good like I could breath again. I only slashed up one arm this time, trying not to open up old scars. When I was done, I slid into my bed but didn't sleep. I stared at my blank ceiling as quiet tears rolled down my cheeks. My arm burned, and with every movement it got worse.
I somehow dozed for about 15 minutes before waking up to a heart wrenching sound. I didn't know what it was at first so I decided to go check it out. I threw on my jacket to hide my arm and walked down the hall towards the noise. It got louder and louder until I came across Keith sitting in my seat in the main control room.
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tearing up my soul (Completed)
Fiksi PenggemarLance feels sad and depressed all the time and it tears him up inside. it's getting to be so bad that he stopped eating and sleeping. Lance is slowly becoming more sick inside and out. can his loyal teammates help him or will it be too late?
