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warning: intense ass chapter, beware

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mark quickly excused himself to his room, needing a release.

he unzipped his luggage, reaching his hand inside the pocket where he wrapped up his friends.

he unravelled the tissue, revealing the gleam of his blades.

mark smiled.

he grabbed the sharpest blade, slowly placing the rest on the floor.

if this one got too messy, he could always use the others, he thought.

he noticed that there wasn't any clean spots on his wrists without lines already so he decided to unbuckle his pants and mark his thighs.

he sliced his right thigh first, enjoying how the dark red contrasted with his milky skin.

it flowed down, creating a trail of blood on to the floor.

he replicated the same long slice on his left thigh, happily looking at the dark red sliding down on to the floor.

he then suddenly remembered why he was cutting, causing him to go crazy.

it was all his fault.

why someone else was feeling the same things as him.

no one deserved his thoughts.

nobody but him.

he had these thoughts ever since high school.

he was used to them.

slice after slice mark made as he thought how awful he was.

he began to see black dots in his vision.

suddenly, his door opened.

"mark here's some food, you didn't ea-," the voice stopped talking then screamed.

but mark wasn't able to see who it was as he fell into a black hole.