The tired boy was done. He was done with everything. The way the rain went pitter patter on the tin roof he lived under, the cries he heard in the other side of his brain, constantly fighting to keep his sanity, he was over it. Tears poured out of his eyes, though he kept a straight face. They stained the paper he was writing on, making the ink hard to read and morphed from its original neat writing. He ending off the paper with a simple Goodbye, and set down his pen. A small sigh escaped his lips and a sign of emotion, sorrow, crossed his face, leaving as soon as it came. He didn't know why he was emotional this time around, normally he would write the death letter and go without any regrets, but he felt as if this time it was different. As if the note was something to be thrown away. He shook his head and grabbed the note putting it into a small show box under his bed, and climbing under the hot layers of comforter to rest for classes tomorrow.
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GUESS WHOS BEEN WATCHING DEATH NOTE~
I'll probably update this later in the week. I know the chapters are short but I'm really only doing this for myself.
Signed
Mari~
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Cutting Paper with a Knife
Romance[GORE, AND DEPRESSION TRIGGERS IN FUTURE CHAPTERS] Izaya Black, a seemingly normal boy with a horrible guilty pleasure. He writes death notes. Death notes to random people he met or saw walking on the street about how he'd kill and torture them, it...
