*Very Triggering. Like, crazy triggering. My inbox is always open if you need a friend*
*Patrick's P.O.V.*
Pete was so nice. He was such a nice person. I loved him.He made me feel happy when no one else would.
But he wasn't answering today. Today was worse than normal. I had to give an oral report, and everyone laughed. It's not my fault I had a stutter, If I had a choice I wouldn't have it in the first place.
"Hey, Patrick? I'm heading out." My mom called up.
"O-Okay!" I call out, choking slightly on my tears. I heard a door slam closed, and now I'm home alone. Home alone with my thoughts.
Stupid.
Can't even say a simple sentence right.
Idiot.
Faggot.
The thoughts raced through my head. I tried not to listen, I promise I did.
You should just kill yourself, in heaven you might finally be able to say it right.
"T-Their right." Tears slipped down my face, landing on the pages of my open journal. I wiped them away, and read over what I had written.
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
You'll never catch us
So just let me be
Said I'll be fine
'Till the hospital or American Embassy
These were my only gift to the world, and I couldn't even give it to them.
"T-Their right, m-m-maybe i-in heaven I-I'll be able t-to say i-i right." I closed my journal, and reached under my bed. I didn't want to, but I had to, I couldn't deal with the pain, and this seemed the only way to help.
I picked one of the blades up out of the box, and slowly placed it on my wrist.
"I-I'm sorry P-P-Pete. I-I k-know I-I was g-going so g-good, b-b-but I-I just have t-to." I whispered, before bringing it down on my wrist. Blood tricked out slowly, and with it, some of the pain. I brought it down again and again, more and more pain and blood flowing out. I watched the blood flow out, tears falling from my eyes.
The blade changed hands, and I did the same on my other wrist. I dropped the blade, my hands weak. I cried more, watching the blood flow, the pain falling away at the same time. My vision went dark around the edges, and I leaned against the headboard. I knew the blood would stain my sheets horribly, but who cared. I started to get light headed, and blood continued to drip from all my cuts.
"I'm sorry." was the last thing heard in my house, before my mom came home later.
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Harmed (Peterick)*COMPLETED*
FanfictionWhat ever your soulmate feels, whether it be emotions, pain, everything, you feel it as well. Pete couldn't figure it out. Scars littered his wrists, hips and thighs. he felt sad 90% of the time. But this wasn't him. It was his soulmate doing this...
