Bloody Painter x Puppeteer Pt.1

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He left me for her. My best friend forgot about me....because of her...it's her fault.....it's my fault....

There Helen lay, staring at his ceiling. He sighs and blinks back the tears that threatened to ecape his eyes. He sat up and rested his head in his hands. He shook his head.

Her fault....her fault.....her fault.....my fault....it's all my fault.....I'm a disappointment....I cause the one I love pain.....my fault....

Helen couldn't stop thinking about what happened a year ago. He tried to forget about it, but seeing his best friend....his love with her....it hurt him. He stood up and walked to his door. He rubbed his eyes and opened the door. He walked out of his room, closed the door and walked down stairs. Everyone must have been out killing or something. Helen sighed a sigh of relief and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed an apple and a water bottle from the fridge. He closed the fridge, turned around, and bumped into someone.

" Hey watch it" Helen snapped. He looked up and regretted whatever he said.

" Well hey there to you to Helen" Puppeteer growled. Helen took a step back and hit the fridge.

" S-Sorry" Helen stuttered, looking away. Puppeteer just roled his eyes and pushed Helen aside. He grabbed an apple and closed the fridge. He walked out of the kitchen, but stopped in the door way.

" Ya' know Helen, locking yourself in your room isn't very healthy" Puppeteer walked away. Helen didn't say anything, he just stood there. He grew angry.

Sense when does he care about me, he hates me. That basterd is trying to get to me....I'm not going to go soft with that one time....nothing will ever change.....I can't take this anymore.....maybe just....one more time....

Helen walked back upstairs and walked to his room. He opened his door, set his apple and water bottle on his night stand, and walked over to his bathroom. He walked over to the sink. He looked around and found his razer. He closed his bathroom door and locked it. He roled up his sleeve, looked at the cuts and smile.

382 cuts, it's beautiful....let's add on to that...

Helen placed the razor on his wrist and drug it across his wrist. He continued to cut his wrist until he felt light headed. He set the razor down. He stood up and grabbed a towel to clean up the cuts. As he cleaned up his cuts he looked for his bandages. He found them, cleaned his cuts, then wrapped them up. Helen smiled again and began to chuckle.

403 cut now...it's amazing how much blood I can lose and still not pass out...

Helen unlocked his bathroom door and walked over to his bed. Helen sat on his bed and grabbed his apple. He took a bit and chuckled. He looked at his bandaged arm. Helen couldn't help but smile.

No one cares about me....no one asks me if I'm ok.....I like it this way....it's amazing....the feeling of no one caring.....feeling lonely....feeling.....truly insane....

Helen began to laugh uncontrollable. He laughed and laughed. This it, he's snapped. He's lost it. He's a killing machine now. He will kill what ever in sight....or it just might be....himself. Helen couldn't take anymore of this hell. Helen grabbed his knife off of his stand. He brought the knife to his chest and held it over his heart.

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