AvA Oneshots, Character Descriptions, and Ideas

Error Angst ;-;

Hey, I'm tired. Want some angst?

(WARNING! SELF HARM!)

(Error's POV)

I sat down and looked at myself in the mirror, glancing at every flaw, every imperfection. Every glitch. Everything.

I hated it so much. 

Ever since they tried to delete me I've looked like this, and I don't want to live this way. People are afraid of me. Afraid that I might hurt them. Afraid that I've changed. 

And maybe I have. 

Maybe they're right. 

Maybe I am a monster.

Just a broken figure, that's all I am. That's all I'll ever be.

Something that doesn't deserve to live.

Something that doesn't deserve love.

I looked over to the box under the bed.

I told myself I would stop.

I haven't done this for months.

But I need to.

I have to.

I walked over to the box and grabbed it, sitting on the floor in front of it. Opening the lid, I took out a short blade. Rouge had given it to me before she... left.

I brought the sharp end down to my arm, pressing the sharp tip into my skin. I drew my arm back, sliding the blade over my wrist. I watched black blood drip onto the floor below the cut. It was strangely satisfying.

Just one more.

Two more.

Three. 

Four and then I'll stop.

No more than five.

Maybe six. 

No, seven.

At least eight.

Only nine.

Fine, ten.

Eleven, that's it.

I kept going until I saw the floor below me covered in blood. I needed something to clean this up.  I can't let Pink know I've been doing this again.

He saw it before, he can't see it now. 

I grabbed a towel from the nightstand, wiping up the floor with it. I went to the bathroom to clean up the cuts and washed them off. I rolled my sleeves back down and walked out to find Pink.

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Part 2? Idk I was tired and felt like venting. I'm sad now, help.

(305 words (dang, that's short-))