Tylers P.O.V. (so far this whole fic is going to be in tylers p.o.v)
My shaking fingers fumble around the bottom of the small draw of my nightstand, searching for the familiar item i have regularly come to rely on.
Eventually, the tips of my fingers grasp the thin metallic blade. Sliding it out from underneath a forgotten notebook and ripped papers, i slowly hold up the delicate silver in front of my eyes to inspect it's familiar features. It rests comfortably in my hands, yet quietly stares back at me cold, emotionless.
Dark stains still coated the blade as if to remind me of what i'd become, or rather, what i never would become.
I tiredly raised the razor blade to my thin wrist; it was really just skin and bone remaining. Squinting my eyes, as if to block out the world around me, i quickly pulled the blade downwards. And again, and again.
'Help me,' i whispered, as i let the translucent drops of water slide down my hollow cheeks once again. Breathing heavily and gasping for air, i glanced down at the dripping chunk of metal now staining my carpet. It also represented me in some sort of twisted way, emotionless and no real purpose in life. Life. The word almost made me scowl or cry again, or both. I wasn't aware of anything anymore.
I was drowning, sinking deeper and deeper in to a bottomless abyss, clawing away at loose strands to keep myself afloat. But the strands were thinning, about to snap soon.
But i question it, pondering of the thought more often. To just give in and let go, let them take me and be free. I know i shouldn't because it's really not worth it but why should i continue? There's no one else anymore, i'm just a forgotten corpse still rotting away in a world with no room for me.
But still, i continue to try.
A/n
This is my first chapter of the first fic i have ever written and i'm still not happy with it. If you could give me any feedback, i would really appreciate it! :) Also i'm sorry for the short chapter, but let me know if i should continue or not ok?
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Fanfiction"But i question it, pondering of the thought more often. To just give in and let go, let them take me and be free. I know i shouldn't because it's really not worth it but why should i continue? There's no one else anymore, i'm just a forgotten corps...
