((∆TRIGGER WARNING∆))
//EIN//
Should I feel bad for the werewolf pups? Or am I just lacking a normal human function called 'Feelings'. I can only really feel hatred. And it's all for him, Garroth Ro'Meave. My parents I can get rid of. But not him. He'll always be there. Waiting for the day I want to be his friend. I wish he would just leave me alone and know that nobody wants him here!
"H-Hey Ein...?" I heard a stutter from behind me. It was Garoth.
"Coming up from behind me, Ro'Meave? What do you want?" I said with vemon pouring from my mouth as I spoke((Not literally)), Gradually getting worse.
"I just wanted to talk! We were friends, weren't we?" He had a dissapointed expression on his face. Absoloutly horrible.
"No, I would never be friends with you. No-one would. All of your friends are fake, they hate you. Just kill yourself already." I said without a slight bit of sadness or empathy. Again, being evil is fun! Seeing desperate people get heartbroken is a fantasy!((Why am I doing this to myself???)
//GARROTH//
I rushed home after Ein said that thing to me, I don't care if it's skipping. I can't deal with him! But what if... What if Ein's right...? They all hate me don't they?
Once I got home, I ran into my room, I opened a drawer to find the razorblades I took from Vylad so he wouldn't cut himself. But I can cut myself... It's not like anyone would care... Just like Ein said, they hate me!
So I grabbed a blade and slowly dragged across my arm.
It hurt like hell. But I know I deserve the pain. I don't care if i'm a hypocrate now, Vylad shouldn't hurt himself, but I should.
I felt hot tears running down my face, but I ignored those and kept cutting. I looked down at my arm and saw about 20 cuts, bleeding onto my sleeve.
Ha... Ha...
I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed some bandages. I wrapped around my arm.
Now i'm the depressed one...
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Here we go!
Sorry to make everything depressing, but I do.
So... Sorry X2.
