//EIN//
He looks horrible and I feel so bad...
"Please Garroth... I'm genuinely sorry..." I whispered.
"I-I d-d-don't for-forgive you..." He stuttered badly.
Here's a secret; I started to develop feelings for Garroth a bit ago. But he'll never love me...
Why am I even sad?!
Garroth is irrelivent and I shouldn't care!
But I still do...
I looked at him again and saw blood stains on his sleeve.
What have I done...?
I don't want to live with the fact that I did that to him...
I want to apologize but I know I can't... I can't...
And... I shouldn't...
"Please Garroth..." I whispered once again.
I saw him look at me and then he looked away as soon as I saw him.
He looked angry and sad at the same time.
My parents have always brought up the fact that they hate the Ro'Meaves and they're disgusting people.
I can tell now that they were right, the Ro'Meaves are disgusting. Expecially Garroth.
//GARROTH//
Why does he do that...?
He treats me like garbage then he tries to apologize...
//THE BELL RINGS//
Oh crap I didn't learn anything...
What if my grades drop and I need to explain to my parents and then they find out about Ein beating me up or me cutting myself?!
//WHEN SCHOOL'S OVER CUZ I'M LAZY//
I hid behind a tree on the side of the school so Zane wouldn't see me and ask questions.
But i'm scared to go home because of my bloodstained uniform, but it's barely visible on my jacket. My shirt is different though, it's white and you could obviously see.
At least I have more than one.
Once I didn't see any students I started walking home.
//ONCE HE GETS HOME//
I slowly opened the door, "Hello?" Asked somebody, it was my mom.
"H-Hi M-Mom..." I stuttered, being as I was nervous and I always stutter now.
"GarGar?!" She questioned in suprise before running up and hugging me."Where you were you?! I was so worried!"
"I d-d-don't really know, but i-i-i'm alright..." I lied.
She stopped hugging me and lightly gripped my shoulders, "Why are you stuttering so much...?"
I just shrugged my shoulders and starting walking up to my room to change.
I took off my shirt and jacket. I looked at the bloody shirt and wanted to cry... But I couldn't. I knew I deserved it.
I saw my 20 or so cuts on my right arm.
I wanted to do it again... I took off my bandages so my arm would be exposed.
I walked over to my drawer to grab a razor and started cutting.
Worthless.
Cut.
Ugly.
Cut.
Mistake.
Cut.
And many more cuts.
It hurts like hell. But I still don't care.
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I feel like a dissapointment but eh
And I always say but eh so...
Was this good...?
Probably not but ehh.......
