Be His Light

Meeting Him

Your day has been horrible. Your bullies from school have been worse, leaning towards physical bullying. Your cuts have been deeper, and your crying sessions longer. You don't know what to do anymore. You wanted to end it all....you didn't want to be hurt anymore....
You sat on your (F/C) bed spread, tears streaming down your cheeks. The blade you held shook in your unsure grip, your arm bared to the elbow. Music blared through your headphones, the words unintelligible through the screaming in your head. The cool blade kissed your skin but you ignored the pain, you let the vivid streaks of red mark you....claim you....let you drown in the blissful oblivion....until it didn't hurt anymore.
You cleaned yourself up, pulling your sleeve down, ashamed of what you did to yourself and guilt washing over you. But there wasn't anything you could do now. So you climbed into your bed, turned on your iPod to your favorite playlist, and gradually let go of consciousness.
Just as the darkness of sleep was about to claim you, you heard a shuffling at your window. Your eyes snapped open, and you hit the button to shut off the songs playing on your iPod. There was a muffled curse and something flashed in the moonlight...was that...a knife? The tall figure crept over towards you, featureless in the darkness. You weren't asleep but you wished this was a dream.
"Go. To. Sleep." He whispered darkly, pressing the cold blade against your skin. You inhaled sharply, your (E/C) eyes widening. He was pressing harder when you realized....this was the perfect out. You wouldn't have to do any of the dirty work yourself, you wouldn't be insulted after death for committing suicide, you could let him kill you.
"Please...." You managed as the blade pressed harder.
"You can beg and plead, I still will-"
"Kill me..." You whispered. He seemed shocked, and the blade lightened up on your jugular. He seemed confused. Just then...moonlight sparked into the room and you saw his face.
He was pale....so so pale....his dark eyes sparkled at you, some sort of blackness surrounding them....a cut grin from ear to ear belying his confused state. His white hoodie was splattered with something dark and the knife he held was large and wickedly curved.
"You can't...want me to kill you...!" He muttered to himself. He paused a moment then seemed to come to a decision. "We will meet again, (Y/N), and soon." Then he was gone, back out of the window, leaving you wondering and disappointed.

~heyo my readers~
How do you like my first chapter? It's not very good I know, but it is my first ever! Sorry for the depressing stuff, I felt it kind of suited the theme im going with here! Thanks!
~Jazz out!~