it's 2:57 am and albert is sound asleep.
he is oblivious to what i'm about to do to myself.
i went into the bathroom and lifted my shirt. the cuts weren't bleeding, but not for long.
i locked the door to assure that nobody will burst in.
i lifted up the razor on the counter and drew over my previous swelling wounds.
i didn't feel anything.
i felt numb.
empty.
the blood poured out onto my pants creating a big red stain on them.
i grinned. ana says i deserve this.
there was a faint knock on the bathroom door and i quickly dropped the part of my shirt i was gripping.
"jake, i forgot to ask you, but can i take a shower in the morning?"
i set down the razor and paused for a second.
"of course, dude. you don't have to ask."
"alright, i'm goin' to bed, good night."
"good night, albert."
i melancholily sighed.
i opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed the hydrogen peroxide to clean up the gashes. it was pretty obvious the previous cuts were mostly all infected.
fuck.
if i didn't feel anything before, i am definitely going to feel something now.
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"pessimistic" // a short story • jalbert
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: i am fully aware that lana and albert are in a relationship! i do not mean to offend or disrespect that! i wrote this because i thought it was a good idea for a story! - a jalbert short story. ( obviously an au ) - tw: suicide, depressio...