Hello, Kittens. I'm back and here's the new chapter. I just want you all to know that everyone who PM'd me about this story made me cry, I never realized how much of an impact I made on your lives... thank you all so much, here's to you all... :^)
*Graham's POV*
I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
I hadnt't been to school in five days. I couldn't bring myself to. I lose appetite for any food...
'I can't believe what I did to him....' I thought to myself. It was unforgivable, disgusting, awful.... and I hated myself for it.
I look at my arms, covered in thick, red cuts, deep and dark. They didn't matter anymore, nothing really did, Asher wasn't going to wake up, so what was the point of being here?
The tears welded again, and I burst into a mournful sob, yelling into nothing .
I simply can't do this,
I can't live this way,
I can't....
Heaving, I slid off my bed, and onto my feet, with wobbly knees i made my way to the restroom of my home. The cool linoleum kissed the soles of my feet, and I shuddered. I lay on the bathroom floor, reaching into the cabinet, and pull out the much used razor. I stared at it for a while, thinking about how I deserve what I did.
I propped myself onto the counter, and pulled off my shirt. Next came the belt.... soon I stood only in boxers.
'Im so sorry mom.... ' I cry silently.
For the last time I brought the razor to my skin. All it was was numb. No pain, just numbness. Blood pooled, and beaded, trickling down my arm. The dropplets hit the linoleum, splattering silently.
I gulped, and closed my eyes, taking in a large breath. Not one person contacted me while I've been gone. Then again, I didn't have any real friends. I didn't deserve them, either. No one will miss me anyways. I smile sadly, looking up.
"See you soon Dad..." I whisper.
My heart beat faster, pounding against my chest, my fingers working the belt around my neck. My hands shook, and my mind raced. Wrapping around the shower bar, I stood on the bathtub side, preparing to end it.
Suddenly a flash of Asher burnt itself into my mind. His pale self, quiet, mysterious, boy, all alone. He was so different,so .... vulnerable. I thought of the way his dimpled showed when he smiled, which was rarely... He had a life...
My mind snapped into the realization of what i was doing, and panicked. Grasping the belt, I tugged at it. It didn't come off, and thats when ... My foot slipped.
In an instant, I felt my neck snap, and taking my final breath, the world faded.
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With Death Etched In My Heart
SonstigesI'm that guy you see, alone. The one you call Emo, a fag. To everyone, I'm just that waste of space. No one knows me. I paste this act onto myself everyday, but its all fake..... Asher, a seventeen year old boy, with the worst case of depression an...
