I started up at the blank ceiling. The moonlight poured through my window, illuminating my pale face. My hand lifted to my forehead to brush back my black hair. It was drenched with sweat. I sighed. I usually woke up like this.
I dragged myself out of bed and to the bathroom. I started into the mirror for a few seconds before splashing some water onto my face. A tall, scrawny boy stared back at me from the mirror. His messy black hair fell over his eyes, covering the dark rings under his eyes. Dull blue eyes stared back and his face was incredibly pale.
I started at myself for a few more seconds before walking back to my bedroom. Before I layed back down, a photo got knocked off my dresser and laid by my feet. The girl in the photo smiled innocently back at me. Her long blond hair lay on her shoulders and fit perfectly with her brown eyes.
I tried to escape her smiled but fell back in the process. I landed on my back but recovered and backed against the wall.
This girl had caused me more pain than you could imagine. I had loved her with all my heart. I'd do anything she had asked. But she kissed him, my former best friend, in front of me and told me she hated me. I looked to my friend for comfort but he had the same expression. A look that could shatter a soul, which happened to mine. I was just a hollow body.
I didn't feel anything but the pain and suffering of losing her. I had to relieve this pain. Grabbing the razor off my desk, sat down on my bed and places the sharp tool over my wrist. Before I could change my mind, I ripped it back, causing pain to flood my veins.
Pain flooded my thoughts as well. I welcomed it happily. My thoughts faded into the distance and I smiled. A small laugh escaped my lips as I took the razor and dragged it across my skin again. And again. When I was done, my wrists were a mess of open flesh and blood stained my pajama pants.
I set the razor in my night stand and was about to lay back down went someone burst through my door. His hair was silver and went perfectly with his light green eyes. He didn't have his usual glasses for once. His lower lip was pierced with a silver ring and a tattoo snaked up his bare arm.
"What the F**k we're you just doing?!?!?!" he asked.
"That's none of your business big brother." I mumbled and lay on my side, facing the wall.
He sighed and walked over to me and sat down beside me on the bed. His fingers snaked around my wrist and he dragged it up into his vision, causing me to roll over on my back, swearing at him in pain.
"Just as I though. Lee, you really need to stop this. Please stop. you have no idea how much you worry me. I'm gonna get something to wrap this up with." He said releasing my wrist.
I held it to my chest tenderly as I listened to his steps fade. Stupid Jack. Why does he care so much anyways? He's my big brother, it's his job. I sighed. It was only him and me. He was four years older than me at 18. Our parents died a few montthes ago so he took care of me now.
He walked back into my room and made me sit up. I started into his eyes as he wrapped up my bloody wrists. When he was done, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, hugging me. Jack is the only one that cares about me anymore.
He laid on his back, pulling me down with him. I put my head on his chest. He was so comforting at times like this. He knows what would make me better. Like if I'm bored or something, he always takes me to Starbucks. I enjoy being with him instead of our parents. They only made things worse.
I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me slightly. loser. A small smile came across my lips as I fell into the darkness of sleep.....
Yea yea I know it's short but it's supposed to be so deal with it got that? anyways thanks for reading so far. I'll update as much as possible.
~Boris
