*possible triggering*
I talked to somebody from our old school today. He hasn't changed, he was still the asshole I knew him as. He bullied me from early years of my school life up until the last ones. It reminded me of the pain he put me through and the things he said to me, that we're true. I am useless, a waist of space really.
After he spoke to me today I went home and looked for the one bit of relief I had ; a blade.
Blood stained my white shirt as it seeped through the deep cuts on my arm. A wave of ecstasy washed over my body as I drove it deeper into my skin. Crystal tears stained my cheeks as I continued up my arm. I wanted to stop but I couldn't, it just takes over my body.
Tonight I'll go to sleep in hopes that tomorrow I don't wake up..
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Over The Edge | m.c
Fanfictionyou never really know what you have, until it becomes what you had.
