shanes pov
my mind shut down.
i couldn't think.
i sat on my bed.
my body was numb.
i couldn't feel pain.
i couldn't feel anything.
i couldn't feel the cuts that littered my arm.
i couldn't feel the bruises on my face and legs.
my phone sat beside me, buzzing consistently.
my phone was filled with texts.
i didn't pick it up.
i couldn't face him.
i can't face ryland.
ever again.
YOU ARE READING
bad / shyland / completed
Fanfiction"everyone calls me the bad boy; what do you think of me?" contains: swearing, drug use, breaking and entering, depression, cutting (only a little bit), and abuse/references to abuse
