TW: brief depiction self harm!!!
When I returned to school, there was a note tucked under the cushion of the piano seat. I was surprised to see it there. Who knows when :) wrote it? As I read his words, I felt a small tinge of hope.
"Dear :)
You will meet me one day, and when you do, you will be disappointed. I am a nobody, and you're better not getting involved. It's strange to think that you're a real person at all, :). Who would waste time writing notes to me? You must be rather strange. Or just naive."
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I held the note in my hands and ran my fingers over the torn edges. 'An outsider...' That's all The Pianist thinks he is. That could be true, but maybe not.
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Blood.
I've never actually done this before. I've always stuck to my cotton wool. This was a new kind of pleasure, innit. Seeing the red run down my skin like raindrops on a window pane.
"I've had it! I don't need you being in some kind of a mood right now!"
The words echoed through my mind. Why couldn't she understand? She'd been my mother for 17 years, this wasn't a bloody 'mood'. This was me every day, I just couldn't hide it today. It didn't matter to her that I have scars and fresh wounds under my clothes. It didn't matter to her that I'm breaking again and again.
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The Pianist
FanfictionDan and Phil are high school students who have never spoken to each other... or so they think. The two twinks exchange words through anonymous notes until Phil finally confronts Dan. What happens next will blow your dick off... --- disclaimer: the s...
