Put down the Knife

Put down the Knife

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"Kimmy, put down the flipping knife!" "W-what? What knife?" "I know your cutting yourself!" "I stopped long time ago!!" "What are these scars!" He pulls up my sleeve. "...I.." ~~~~~ Basically my life. ~~~~~ I own da characters......CYA
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****** PSA: This was my first attempt at writing a story ever, THERE IS A PLETHORA OF ERRORS that I am currently working on 😂 I didn't expect it to get where it is honestly, but I at least owe you a better version of it. Good story, but what's a few longer chapters gonna do, amirite ? Okay, ENJOY this lovely premature story lol for now. ********* All rights reserved. ©GiveMeAPotato Despite the bandages that envelope his body, I turn my glare on him. "Are you insane?! Why would you do something so stupid?! You should've let the police handle it! You could have DIED, you moron!" He stares back at me with the ghost of a smile pulling at his blood dried lips. "I wasn't going to die, dove." He whispers. "Oh yeah? How do you know that?" I grit my teeth in an attempt to control my anger. He wrapped his good hand around mine and gently pulled me into a hug, careful not to hurt his bruised up body. "A little dove told me, you needed me." He whispered and kissed my head. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and say, "I do need you," I pause and take a deep breath pulling away from him. "But if you EVER, do anything like that again, I will kill you myself!" He laughed so hard, I had to remind him of his stitches. He's and idiot. But he's MY idiot.

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