The world is merciless.
I feel more and more like I'm being left behind.
It's harder to discern whether that smile you put on is fake.
I don't care if I'm living a lie.
Why am I struggling so much?
Why do I have to suffer so much?
I want to be close to other people.
I ruined myself.
Why does this have to happen to me?
Noctis hugged his knees to his chest and buried his face in his arms. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and he was choking back tears to the point where he had to clench his teeth so hard they hurt.
Why did I turn out like this?
Die.
Yeah, they're right.
I'll kill myself.
Tears streamed down his face. He stopped holding back, his knife was just an arms length away. He craved the numb pain in his wrists again.
He reached for his dresser, but his hand was stopped.
"Noctis. Stop."
He looked up and was met with a pair of pale green eyes. It took him a moment to realize that Leah was standing in front of him.
He clenched both his wrists and Leah pulled him into her arms like a child. She was used to this. After their friend Grace died, Vanz would wake up screaming. She had no room to judge though, because, she did it too. She was worse than Vanz. Hers were more frequent and often triggered an asthma attack.
It bothered her though. She had never seen Noctis so helpless. Innocence beyond what she was used to was splayed across his face along with tears that had started to dry.
She lay back and hummed softly. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, slightly dozing off until he was fast asleep. She ran her fingers through his hair and began to doze herself, soon following him.
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White Lines
Teen FictionSTOP! READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY: Boys can have the same problems girls have. Boys can self harm, be depressed, hate their lives, hate themselves, be lonely, anything that a girl can be. No, that does not make those boys pussies or faggots...
