One can stand a world full of demon's for the sake of an angel. As I put the blade to my skin, I feel the familiar feeling of the cold metal sliding across my wrist. Lift, place, cut, repeat, lift, place, cut, repeat, lift, place, cut, repeat. It's the repetition I'm all to familiar with, I am so use to the pain I just do it to see if I can feel anything anymore. Patrick is a fallen angel just looking for a way to feel again, when he thinks he lost all hope he meets the most amazing girl. But will he ever work up the courage to tell her about his dark past, and will she understand and stick by him and all his demons or will he be forgotten and let his fears come to life and eat him alive? TRIGGER WARNING Anorexia and Self Harm SMUT WILL BE INPUTTED IN THIS FAN FICTION YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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