I'm Not Painful, I'm In Pain

Prologue

Karamatsu watched his other brothers fight once again. He felt a throbbing pain in his chest. It's happening again. He thought. He clutched his chest tightly. His fabric face scrunched up beneath his tight grip. He stared at his family in pain. They were fighting about him again. Once again, he had caused them pain. He slowly stood up, unnoticed by his brothers. He walked to the bathroom and locked the door. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was a disheveled, painful mess. He should've never been born, he thought. He took a pocket knife out of his leather jacket, unsheathing it from it's blue, sequinned case. He rolled up the black sleeves of his leather jacket and pressed the cold metal against his skin. He cut, deep into his flesh, oozing scarlet liquid down his arm into the drain. He yelped in pain, for he was doing this for the first time. He washed the knife and let the blood dry. It felt wrong to bandage his cut. He decided to let it be, and once the cut had closed up, he rolled down his sleeves, cleaned the blood off his hands and the sink, and exited the bathroom.