Ship: None
TW: Self-harm, negative thoughts, thoughts of suicide
This is more of a vent chapter so yeah... Also sorry if it's bad, I just needed to try and express how I feel in a way that's not self-destructive. But anyway, onto the story...
Enjoy.
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Pain. That's all he felt as the blood flowed down his wrists, although he couldn't really feel the pain over his thoughts and the voices yelling at him in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself the voices were lying, he knew they were speaking the truth.

"They don't actually like you, they're just pretending."
"Why can't you just leave already? They already know each other, you hardly know them, why would they miss you?"
"What? You think you actually have friends? Even if they actually are your friends, they will find out how messed up you are and leave you."
"Just do everyone a favor and kill yourself, maybe then you'll actually do something right. Oh wait, you can't do anything right, you only screw everything up."

His vision blurred as tears began to stream down his face. A loud sob passed his lips, the blade slipping from his grasp when he was about to leave another relatively shallow cut. The knife dug into his wrist, leaving a large slice in his forearm that was bleeding heavily.

He held his hand over the cut, feeling and seeing the blood seeping through his fingers, staining his hand. He tried to stand up to get some bandages but the blood loss caused his legs to be weak and he collapsed within the first few steps.

Grian let out one last pitiful whimper as he fell onto the ground and closed his eyes, the last thing he though was, "I'll finally be doing something right."
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257 words. Sorry about the short and horrible chapter but I just needed to do something with all these negative emotions I've been feeling. Sorry for the lack of updates, I put an announcement on thing saying what's up if anyone cares.
Thanks again dudes, Bama out.