Grethan one shots discontinued*

»Blood

TW: Self Harm, not really out of depression tho ;; not really grethan but v Halloween-y ig?

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"The blood. It gets to me. In a way it shouldn't but it's so relaxing. The way it trickles down my wrists and into my lap, excites me. The crimson red color that spews out of my slitted wrists satisfies me. The smell of the beautiful substance fills my nostrils with much joy and euphoria sending me on a high. It's beautiful. It's amazing. It's a miracle.

Blood.

The way it spreads around is just so amazing, so smooth, so... beautiful.

However, I'm tired of it. But not it in general oh no, I would never. I'm tired of my own. I'm tired of seeing my blood, I lust for another's. I ponder over it for a minute thinking who's I can use and it comes to me.

His.

The one that lives next door. The one that I've been wanting to hear scream my name for years. The one who is just too innocent to be alive. And I, had to stop it. Didn't I?

So innocent. So gullible the boy was. He believed that everyone had good in them. He even believed I had good in me. No one ever thinks that, so I found it amazing how one did.
The boy.. He was perfect. Too perfect for this world he had to leave it. And I was going to help him.

Taking out my sharpest blade i pull it towards its sharpener shredding down the cold metal that was about to slit such a young boys throat and wrists. It made a screeching sound that I actually enjoyed hearing. Reminded me of the first time I realized my love for blood.

I was little. So little. I was a horrible, troublesome child. I would smash things all the time. Usually, Mother's glass things. She would hate it but oh how I lived wrecking everything in that house. And one day, karma bit me back, but for the good. I smashed a large beautiful vase down onto the floor and somehow, I don't remember how I slipped on something and on to the pieces. You can no longer see the flesh color on my back but the dark red and shattered pieces of once clear glass that was now stained with my blood.  I found it amazing. Beautiful. Erotic. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. Sure, I screeched but, the pain just made me love the blood even more.

I continued shaving down my blade until it was sharp enough which I thought it was. And then stuffed in the back of my jeans. Making my way over my yard and into his light green lawn with little pink and purple flowers planted by him. Always on Sundays and Wednesday's. I knew his schedule. I had to. He was my victim. I needed to know.

I walked over to his dark brown oak door knocking on it three times. He opened it and I was met with the beautiful boy's bright contagious smile. He allowed me to come in and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I asked him for a cold cup of water with ice and he nodded politely going into his kitchen to retrieve what I've asked for.

He soon came back with my water and his cup of coffee I suppose. It was in a white mug, and I couldn't really tell.

"What's Up" He asked nicely smiling at me while taking a sip. I nodded and smiled.

"Good, what about you? Done any new planting?" I asked him acting as if I cared when in all honesty I didn't.

"I was actually thinking on planting new ones I just don't know what color, any suggestions?" He asked me, arching am eyebrow as if to tell me he was interested in what I had to say. No one ever is.