thoughts

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lance pov

i got home from school and saw my father drunk on the couch, i'm excited for the cafe with keith but i'll have to sneak out if i want to go. my parents aren't fond of me making friends they say i don't deserve it and there right. i don't deserve  friends or even to live

'your right you dont deserve to live'

damit your back

'yep you may have pushed me to the back of  your mind but you cant get rid of me'

pls leave me alone

'nah i think il hang around'

why cant you let me suffer in peice 

'you know you can end the suffering'

how

'cut'

no

'cut itl help'

no it wont

'yes it will it will take away the pain'

f-fine il do it

'good boy lance'

dont

'fine now cut '

ok

i go to my room and pull out the box from under my bed. i go to the bathroom and pull out a shiny metal blade. i shouldn't but i deserve it i put the blade up to my skin and dig into it. 

1 2 3 4 6 it herts like hell but at the same time calms me down

thats enough i think

' couldn't even beat your own record no wonder your useless'

sorry i don't want to die

i look at the clock, shit i have to meet with keith soon i grab some bandages and wrap them around my arm so it stops bleeding. i change into my only other pair of cloths i put on a long sleeve blue shirt with pants and my blue hoodie its my only other hoodie so fuck it. i use some rope and climb out the window without anyone noticing doubt they would though. i start walking down the streets alone with my thoughts.

a/n well it could be worse sorry its short i just needed to get a chapter out plus it was only a filler so ya sorry ok now off topic well i was writing this a kept scratching my wrist idk why but i did, i do that when i read someone cutting idk why ok swell bye again sorry its short 

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