Cry's P.O.V
I frowned at my image in the mirror. My oak hair disheveled, blueish green eyes dull, and my skin... so pale...
I was used living with my white poker faced mask on, living without attention. So whenever I removed my mask my stomach lurches, and my head has an instant recoil.
I instinctively held my wrist, softly running my thumb across the veins. Instead of the smooth skin that most would feel, all I felt was scars. Old fainted scars.
Another frown made its way to my lips.
"Never again..." I whisper "never again..."
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These scars I hide
FanfictionBEING REWRITTEN WARNING. BOY X BOY GRAPHIC CONTENT SELF HARM BLOOD VIOLENCE AND FLUFFY CUDDLES Cry used to self harm... his wrists showed it. Slowly, his past starts bubbling up again, like festering scars. Although. he has a rather... unfortunate...
