He hadn't slept yet. The sun began rising above the trees. Although he thought the sun was beautiful, he had wished for a rainy day. So then maybe he could fall asleep. At least he wasn't crying all night. He doesn't even know if he can cry anymore. He's so used to pushing everyone away, being alone. At first it was hard but after years of loneliness it was no longer a big deal. The sadness in her eyes was almost enough to make him cry, though. Everything seemed to change in seconds. One second, she was smiling brightly. The other, she was walking away. And all because he pushed. God, is that all he can do? Push and push? Is that why his mother went fucking crazy and why his father began hating him to the point of throwing him out? Over thinking, and he felt like he was drowning. Drowning in self-hatred. And he didn't feel bad for himself, because that would only make it worse. He felt like puking. This was too much and he needed to get out. Getting out of his bed, he searched through his drawer. Blades, pens, random pieces of paper. The rubber band and the needle. He had already had it ready. Tying the rubber around his arm, he sighed. The hurtful voices of many people ran through his head, and he stuck the needle in his vein.
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Broken Angel
FanfictionI'm sad I'm sad I'm sad, but when I'm happy, god I'm happy. He knew he was sad, and that he wouldn't be able to take care of anyone, he could barely take care of himself. So he avoided everyone..alone in his small apartment. Stuck with his thoughts...
