Angel of Blue

The box

Rins P.O.V
After walking out the classroom I decided that I'd head back to the dorms. I started thinking why: why was I still alive? How come, with any other demon, the exwires wouldnt hesitate to kill it, but with me its like they're drawing it out as long as possible just to make me suffer...how cruel. Not that I cared. To me, it was perfectly reasonable to be treated this way, I mean, I am the son of the devil, who could blame them?
Before I knew it I was sitting on my bunk staring blankly at the wall. When did I get home? I Didn't remember walking back at all... I just sat and stared for a while, making conversation with the voices in my head, telling me to do it again. So I did; I dug around under my bed and pulled out the box. Inside were dozens of razor blades, all diferent shapes and sizes, some rusted with blood and some brand new. I took out one of the blades, admiring its shiny metalic surface...I pulled up the sleeves on my school shirt, being reminded of all of the other incisions that already existed. Holding its sharp edge to my arm, I pressed down. Seeing the blood pool around the cut as it glided down my arms and hands lifted a weight off my shoulders, one I'd been carrying since the last encounter with the rest of the cram school. But I didnt stop there, no, I then proceeded to cut across my stomach making my head spin from the loss of blood.
I heard a door shut downstairs and quickly cleaned up the mess I made, hiding the razor in my back pocket and pulling my sleeves back down. The footsteps could be heard climing up the stairs, so I acted as though I was reading.
"Rin?" Yukio opened the door to see me jolding a book,
"Nice to see you do something other than sleep for once." He laughed with a hint of annoyance behind it.
"The others told me what you did in class, why do you always have to cause trouble?" He sighed. Im the one causing trouble? Thats rich.
"You need to pack for the island exorcism trip. Bring about a weeks worth of clothes. No, you can't bring my manga or any other junk, remember a toothbrush and shit... We're leaving on Friday." Yukio left and went down stairs. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Great I thought, a group exorcism... this will be fun. Not. I changed out of my slightly bloodied uniform in a zombie-ish way: slugish, into some sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. The next week would be absolute hell. But that's how it's supposed to be for the devils spawn, right? I should feel right at home.