The blood, the sweet, sweet crimson liquid. It trickled down your wrists, the blade in your other hand. Your [h/c] hair getting in the way of your work. "J-Just... O-One m-more t-time..." You muttered, squeezing your eyes together to get through the pain. This pain.. Will make all pain go away. The eyeless boy barged into your room, hearing your cries. "No! [Y/N]! Stop!" He yelled, full of fear and worry. It was to late, you already dragged the blade against your wrist, and it was lights out. Or, so you thought.All Rights Reserved
1 part