My Personal Demon

A little drunk

Warning: Blood/self harm, please don't read if these topics are triggering for you.

I jolt up as my phone go's off and glance at the time, who in the world is calling at 11:30? "Hello?" There is a brief pause before I hear a familiar voice. "Yuki? Is that you?" I let out a sigh before I reply. "Yeah, what's up Chris?" "Well... I was wondering if we could meet up?" His tone makes it obvious what he wants from me. "Look Chris, I've got work soon and I'm not even in the mood to hook up with anyone." There is a long pause before I hear a low click telling me he hung up. "Fuck me..." I groan and pull myself from bed. I still have an hour before my shift, better get ready.

Striping I head for the shower and somehow manage to trip over nothing at all, I curse, but manage to catch myself. I let the shower run as I pullout a pack of razor blades from the medicine cabinet and cut through the skin on my upper thighs, there is a dull pain and I instantly relax relishing in the pain that so many people would loathe before stepping into the shower.

The water is warm against my skin and I watch the water mix with blood as it runs down my legs to the drain, Wash with Anti Bacterial soap, I savor the sting from my fresh wounds. I quickly finish the rest of my shower not wanting to be late for work, rushing to bandage my cuts and get dressed. Dressing in gray nurse scrubs, Ieave my apartment almost tripping down the stairs in the processes, I let out a sigh before heading to a nearby bus stop.

Its a quick, but boring and quiet ride to the hospital. I walk into the hospital and head to the employee sign in. "Hey, Yuki." I turn to see Jill a kind woman who works this shift with me, we'd become friends after years of working together. "Hey, Jill, What's up?" she gives me a sheepish smile. "Nothing out of the ordinary, just wish I could go back to bed." Letting out a soft chuckle I smile back. "You're not alone, I only got like three hours of sleep." She gives me a sympathetic look before we head our separate ways.

I work the front desk so my shift is long and boring, but at least I don't have to work the emergency room desk, that would be hell. After eight hours of nothing I was more than ready to clock out and sleep, but instead I headed to a friends house. Rachel was the kind of girl that partied 24/7 so I knew she'd be up for drink. Reaching her house (Without tripping for once) I rung her door bell. "Yuki? Why the hell are you here?" She already looked drunk not hungover, but drunk. "I needed a drink and figured I should go to you." she gives a wide grin. "You figured right." She pulls me inside hands me a bottle of whisky and settles down on the couch. She was married, but her husband didn't care what she did as long as she wasn't breaking the law and was faithful to him. They had an odd marriage, but they loved each other so who am I to judge?

It I'd been a couple hours or so of drinking and catching up when Rachel falls asleep, I take the bottle from her hand pulling a blanket over her, locking the front door and walking home. In the end It took me around an hour longer than It should have, but for the life of me I can't remember what happened in that hour. I stumbled into my apartment and slid to the flour. "Ad-in." He appears before me and I latch onto him. "Adin... Will you fuck me?" Something in my head thought that this was a good idea.