Take Note. (Zarry)~o.h.~

Take Note. (Zarry)~o.h.~

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Last published Tue, Sep 11, 2018

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I liked the way the blade absorbed his pulse every time it slowly rubbed against his skin. I think he screamed for me to stop but my hands began to shake when ever i pulled the knife away from his cold skin. I thought of ways to put the knife down...I could throw it across the room or I could just slide it away from me but my hands were shaking and I wanted to see if his blood color matched the others I wanted to be known for something more than the kid at school who never talked....I don't talk because I have too much to hide....and once I'm finished with him that'll be just another thing I can keep to myself- I want him to tell me he loves me and that without me he'd die because then I'll know that someone cared about me, but he'd never care about me and It's not fair for me to see him touching other people the way he should touch me...He should die because he doesn't know what he's missing out on and he doesn't even try to see me he's just like the others but he's not and that's why I want to hear begging for me to stop....and that's why I won't. "Harry, Harry you're doing it again." My psychologist Mr. Payne says removing me from my thoughts. "Doing it again." I reply realising I went into another one of my fantasies. "Who was it about this time?" He asked pulling his blan brown notebook out of his suit jacket...I hated that note book. "A boy fr-from school." I answer, fuck I hated that notebook. "The same one as before?" he asked in a voice that almost made me feel he was fed up. "Zayn...M-Malik."

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