I'm feeling too depressed to even edit shit and I wanna fucking die someone hit me over the head with a glass bottle so I don't have to live and I wanna just leave and never come back-
So yeah, this story is a fucking vent Story
~ Wendy
((Edit; Thank you guys for the nice comments, they honestly made me cry I'm so thankful for you all. I'm feeling better, so please don't worry about me!
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The emptiness inside felt like it would swallow him whole. The darkness was taking over his mind, thoughts he didn't want to think repeating over and over again, like a mantra
"What if you grabbed that knife and slash at that beautiful tan skin of yours?"
They just.wouldn't.stop
It was hellish. Every fucking day, these stupid ideas would pop into his head, as quickly as it would take to pop a few pills-
No. He wasn't suicidal
He wasn't depressed
He wasn't sad
He.was.fine
He was fine. He was fine. He was FINE. HE WAS FINE HE WAS FINE HE WAS FINE HE WAS FINE HEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEHEWASFINEＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮＥＨＥＷＡＳＦＩＮђєฬครŦเภєђєฬครŦเภєђєฬครŦเภєђєฬครŦเภєђєฬครŦเภe
He was fine
He looked down at his arm, blood splattered all over the shiny white tile. It was disgusting. He was disgusting. He was stupid. He was idiotic. He was dumb. He was dimwitted. He was a fucking moron. That's why he had no friends. That's why he was unloved. That's why he was alone.
But he wasn't alone-
He looked down at the little blade, grinning the handle gently.
"You'll be my friend, won't you?"
It didn't answer, if course. It was a knife after all. But he smiled, bringing the knife up to his face, running it along his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his chin, his Adams apple, his throat.
"Maybe...just a little cut wouldn't hurt"
His arms were numb, his blood was cold, on the tiled floor. His thoughts were gone. His mind was dead.
Just like the rest of him after he slit his throat
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FanfictionJust some really angsty stories about Lance McLain (I suggest you bring you're tissues) (This is my first ever fanfiction on this account btw) [ 5/4/18 = I'M REALLY INACTIVE ON THIS NOW IT GETS UPDATED LIKE ONCE EVERY THREE MONTHS KMS ]
