Charlie's POV
I woke up hoping that it was just a dream and none of it actually happened but of course why would it go the right way it never does. So I just layed in bed for a while doing nothing but got up to use the bathroom but when I was done I looked in the mirror and then down at the razor covered in dried blood I promised myself that I wouldn't anymore but I couldn't control myself and started to cut my arms my legs I just felt so numb I have for a while but I'm to scared to say anything to anyone because I'm "Charlie Scene" and they'll probably just think it's for attention. As I come out of my thoughts I start to notice the blood running down my body from the marks I've previously had made and started to clean it up and and bandage the wounds well that's what I should've done first it was just too satisfying watching it flow and drip but I did take care of it. After that I went and decided to get dressed and after that went down to eat breakfast even though I wasn't even hungry I still ate anyway not knowing what to do and not caring at all and as I said before "my loneliness is the only bitch that holds me" that wasn't always true but now it is and that's not changing. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing I answered it pretending to be my old happy self when deep down I knew that I could never be the same person as I was again. Anayway I answered it not really caring who it was "hello" I said.
------------------------------------------------------ This is my first story thanks for reading there will be more to it I love Hollywood Undead and have read stories about them to so some of this is based off of the stories in case they sound alike but anyway hope you enjoy
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