Please Don't Leave! (a kiribaku story)

Blood and Cuts

Eijiro had took a deep breath as he walked into his home he shut the door behind him as he heard his mom yelling. He set his backpack on the floor next to the door as his mom came out of her room and started screaming at him. Eijiros mother countinuasly yelled curse words at her son. After she had tired herself out from yelling Eijiro ran up the staires to his room, tears rolling down his face. The red haired boy sat down on his bed and looked down at his knees. He started to hit himself in the face. "Why are you like this?" He felt his stomach turn. He ran into his bathroom , he kneeled on the floor infront of the toilet. He puked into the toilet he felt his face getting hotter and hotter. The red head then stood up wipeing his mouth and then flushed the toilet. He turned around and looked at himseld in the mirror, "Grow up, I shouldnt be crying over stupid stuff like this" he wiped his red puffy eyes. He looked down at the counter, on top of it were bottles of red hair dye and hair bleach that he had bought a few days ago. Next to the bottles was a box cutter, the same box cutter that he had cut himself with just a few days ago, he reached over to the box cutter and picked it up. He pulled up his sleeve and started to cut him wrist over and over again until his tears stopped. He sighed and set the box cutter back onto the counter and then turned on the sink. He took a deep breath before putting his cut wrist under the cold water. He felt his eyes tear up from the pain. After a few seconds he turned off the water and then pulled his sleeve back down. He walked back into his room and layed onto his bed hugging his pillow. Within a few minutes he had fallen asleep.

The next morning Eijiro woke up early so he could avoid his mom. He dressed in his school uniform and then quietly walked threw the house. He picked up his backpack from beside the door and then walked out the door. He smiled slightly as he felt the cool air on his face as he started to walk to school.

Once he had gotten to UA he walked into the school and to his homeroom. He opened the door he saw only a few people inside but it felt like they were all watching him. He smiled as he walked inside, he sat at his desk and set his backpack next to his desk. Eijiro layed his head on the cold wooden desk. He still felt sick from last night but tried to push it off.