Depressed (Shawn-X-Taylor; Shaylor)

Снартег 1: I'м Sоггу

Shawn's POV

One cut.

Two cut.

Three cut.

Four.

Each slice with a smile on my face.

I like doing this, the pain..it feels nice. My arms are disgusting, my face is disgusting. I'm pretty fat, just.. everything about me is gross and I just want to die.

I spaced out for a few minutes, mindlessely cutting, when I felt wet, coldness. I looked down to my clothes soaked with blood.

I just smiled and kept on going.

This is a nightly routine for me so I'm used to it. All this..burning..numbing pain. Nothing new.

I keep going, slightly enjoying the excruciating pain. Blood spilled all over me, the floor, and my arm..gotta clean that up later..

Then I hear the door open...

"Shawn"

I heard a voice. My heart raced, I stopped, mid-way through a cut. I know that voice. How could I forget it, The only reason why I'm still here. The only reason why I'm still alive. I looked up slowly, to see my bestfriend of 11 years. Taylor. He looked upset..why wouldn't he be. He looked around me, pale in the face. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he held it together. It hurt me, It really did.
How the hell did he get in my house in the first place.

"Im sorry"

The words escaped my lips..

Then, I black out...