I See Through You (Mithross)

Why.

I smiled as I cut another line on my wrist and watch the blood drip to the ground. There were many cuts on my wrist, thighs and arms from over the years. All because of who I am. 

I first started cutting when my dad died in the Army, I was only 12 and the only thing I have to remember him is the gold Z necklace I wear. Before he left I was 7. He's been in the Army for 5 years. He was killed in action.

A few months after that happen I started getting into fights with the kids at school. To the point where I would sometimes end up in a hospital and sometimes they would end up in a hospital. I was a strong kid, I was going to follow into my father footsteps. But that all changed...

I wouldn't eat as much, I would always workout and fight people. It took my mind off the pain but not as much as cutting did.

I started cutting more and more when my older sister started ignoring me. She was like the best friend and sister I could of asked for. We did everything together, and then one day she brought a boy home; he seemed nice but when she left the room he changed emotions real quick. He said when he's here I stay away from them. I got angry and punched him. My sister ran back into the room and screamed at me to never go near her again. I tried explaining to her what he said but she didn't believe me. So told me to stay away.

And I listened. 

The only time I saw her was during dinner and school.

I really had no friends, they just talked to me because of homework or projects. I grew up with out any friends.

But when I met Adam I knew he was a real friend. I stopped cutting by a little when I met him. He asked me if I wanted to come work with him by playing games and editing. I agreed and moved to Washington. I met a lot more people who became my friends and family to me. 

They didn't know I cut. They didn't know the pain I went through. But when they asked about the gold Z necklace they started doing more things with me. 

But the more I did with them brought back bad memories and when we start doing videos together I kept getting hate from people. It didn't bother me until one message caught everyone's attention. 

RockInTheTwin78- Max you should just go kill yourself, all your doing is hurting the people around you. They look like there in pain every time there near you.

Etc.

I tried not looking like it affected me until I got home, which was hard since I live with two co-workers. But after the tweet they were little more distance.

And that's been happeing for two weeks already.

Wake up, go to work, edit, go home and hide in my room but this time I went to the bathroom.

Right now.

I hate how I have to put on a fake smile on my face all the time. How I always have to struggle on what to do. I hate how I had trust in my friends.

I wen't back to cutting like how I used to before I met Adam.

"Hey Max are you here?!" I hear someone yell. But who? 

I feel the vibrations from the floor as whoever was walking around cheeking the bedrooms and other places. Then there was a loud bang on the door I was leaning on. I quickly scrambled out of the way, it hurt like crazy from the vibration.

"Max?" Adam, it was Adam.

"Max are you alright?" Yes, I am alright.

I suddenly found that I couldn't speak. No sound was coming out of me. I tried moving again and it hurt. I guess I cut to deep this time...

"Max open the door!" I hear him yell as he continues to pound on the door.

I started to see black dots form at the corner of my eyes. That means I have stopped breathing... I feel the vibration on the floor as Adam keeps hitting the door, trying to break it down. I slump backwards, where my head was in the corner. A few tear's escaped from my eye's before I saw the door break down.

"Max!" I hear him say. I look towards the door to see Ross? There were other people behind him to.

Where was Adam?

"Max! Just hold on okay!" I hear his voice but I don't see him. I couldn't move anymore.

I was still looking at Ross, watching as he came in to help. I then saw Tim Tim, and Barney standing by the door frame with worried expressions. 

Why are they worried?

Everything starts to go blurry, to the point I just saw moving colors, and no more voices. 

It was quiet. It was dark. 

It was....