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          1...2...3...4...5...  dang it breathe, Dan, breathe.  I hate the dark.  I can't breathe normal, it swallows you whole, and it makes me feel even more worthless.  But, not as worthless as my parents.  I swear I see something shadowy in the distance.  Breathe. 1...2...3... I continue walking.
                          
          I'm walking down the street, back up to my apartment and it's darker than ever.  11:27.  I'm finally away from my stupid parents. Thank God!  I think as I make my way inside my apartment.  It's small and plain, just like me.  I immediately turn on all the lights and head to the bathroom.  I just moved in about a week ago, but I didn't have much so everything's unpacked.  Well, almost everything.  I open the medicine cabinet and see a small box.  I open it for the first time in a week.  My razor.  I take it out and admire it.  Use it. Stop looking and do what you need to.  God... you are worthless.  I give in to what the razor seemed to be telling me as I press it against my skin.  
                          
          As it slides across my wrist I feel freer than I usually do.  I see red coming from the fresh cut.  I go over some spots that are healing.  I hate when they heal because it feels like there wasn't any pain.  I. Need. Pain.  I deserve it.  I slide it across my wrist a few more times before cleaning it and putting it away.  
                          
A/N:  Wazz up!! yes it's super short but idc! it's also the first fic i've written and i'm too lazy to edit it!  too bad you sporks. but seriously please forgive my writing i came up with this in the shower, so it might not work out! 
xx mak