9 Crimes
Give My Gun Away
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Anan:
continue it. Not sure.
In one cut he knew bliss.
Thick streams of red ran
down his arm, pouring steadily from the deep, self-inflicted wound. He didn't
care what he was doing anymore. He didn't care. He just wanted to feel this,
feel that he was still alive here and now. To feel his
screaming nerves burning where the knife had sliced his skin open, beads of the
beautiful red bliss bubbling up from the cut. Scalding hot to the touch,
yet smooth between his fingers.
He watched it slowly stain
the sink in crimson, running down into the drain in little rivers.
It wasn't enough.
Slowly, he took the
glinting metal to the skin of his other wrist. Blood still
seeping down into the sink from the previous infliction. And
slowly...ever so slowly...he ran it across the tender flesh. Watching it gape
open and once again bubble over with that beautiful red bliss.
the sink below.
And then he started to feel
lightheaded.
His breaths came is short
gasps as stars flickered across his vision.
Sweat beaded and dripped
of his face, matting his orange hair against his skin.
He looked up into the
mirror. Locking gaze with his own dead amber eyes.
And in one glance, he knew
fear.
Read and review with ideas
for what will happen next. It's gonna be an IchiRuki
fic if I continue.