Dylan's POV
(Trigger Warning)
I rocked myself in the single bathroom, with blood flowing down both of my wrists. Why do bad things always happen to me? I cried softly.
"Dylan?" Someone knocked on the door. It was Danny.
"Y-Yeah?" I sniffled
"Dude, what's wrong?" They said concerned
"Nothing."
"Are you crying?" They sounded even more concerned
"I'm fine!" I raised my voice
I heard them sigh and walk away
I looked into the mirror beside me. All I saw was pure ugliness. I watched the blood flow down my wrist, my red face and how fucking ugly I was. Next thing I know, I threw my fist at the mirror. *Smash* I looked at the broken mirror. I looked at my hand that was covered in blood. I glanced at my blade. I had so much pain, hurt, sadness inside of me. I just couldn't find a way to get rid of it. I picked up my blade and quickly dug it inside of my wrist and pulled it back. A pain shot threw me I did the same thing. 1 cut. 2 cuts. 3. 4. 5. Pain shot threw my arm and I whimpered. I couldn't stop. I put the blade to my other arm. 1 cut. 2 cuts. 3. 4. 5. Pain shot threw my arms and I whimpered in pain.
"Dylan!" Danny knocked on the door, again "What's wrong?"
I feel back. I couldn't handle the pain.
"Dylan!" The knocking got louder "Please!" Danny sounded like they were going to cry. Blackness started to fade in. I heard ringing in my ears and then I collapsed onto the ground.
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The Mask Of Pain || Funny Man/Dylan Alvarez || Hollywood Undead || Fanfic ||
FanfictionDylan Alvarez better known for his stage name Funny Man, has been abused by his father all his childhood years. He hides all the pain behind a mask. a black mask. He always were's a hoodie to cover the cuts. None of his band mates or fans expect a t...
