Warning: self harm
There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
-Bastille
Vikk
I couldn't be fixed. I couldn't. I could only be fixed by one person who will never be mine. Preston came up to me and tried to talk to me but I shrugged him off. I needed to get away from here. From the world. From the past. I drive home and unlock the door. My parents were still at work which was good so I walk to the bathroom.
I haven't done this in forever.
I pull up my sleeve revealing the single white fading line from where I self harmed once and promised to never do it again. Promises are meant to be broken right?
I open the cupboard and push the bottles aside finding the silver, deadly item.
My blade.
I clean the dust off it and bring it down my wrist. It breaks skin leaving the red crimson color to rise up. I smile.
The pain brought me away from the sorrow and guilt so I do it again.
And again
And again
And again
I make eight scars. Eight more tattoos to represent my pain. My head stays dizzy so I lie down on my bed eventually drifting into a deep black sleep hopefully never to wake up.
Lachlan
"Lachlan!" I hear someone shout. I turn around and see Preston running towards me, face puffy and his eyes red. Has he been crying?
"Preston? What's up?" Preston stops next to me slightly huffing.
"...Vikk.... He... Left.... School..... I'm worried... About him." I knew exactly what he was doing. I've done it too many times to not recognize when someone does it.
"Do you know where he lives?" I ask hoping to get there before something even more regretful happens.
"No." I cuss under my breathe before running out of the school hopefully finding some sign of Vikk's house.
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