Two - Mind Games

》JACK'S POV《

It didn't take a long time for me to notice the cutter laying in front of me. It's slightly stained with blood, but it was okay. After all, it's still sharp.

I stared at it for 5 minutes, contemplating whether I should take it or not, until I decided to leave it alone for now. I'm not insane right now.

I searched for my phone and felt frustrated when I wasn't able to find it. Then again, who was the last one to use it?

Oh...Right, of course. Shame on me. My mind is playing games on me again.

I don't have my phone. Signe got it. She borrowed it the other day, and until now she didn't return it yet.

Sigh...

I just shifted my attention to my computer and went near it. I logged into my facebook account and saw some messages.

I sighed once again. Who on earth would message me, and for what reason?

Most probably chain mail. Maybe even junk.

Well, we'll never see unless we click on it.

I know your sec-

Yep, it's junk.

Sigh. Am I really that bored here at home? I'd rather stay in school, even if people tease me----I don't even know why, I didn't do something to them--I'd rather stay there. I'm not playing would you rather, shut up.

After all, it was my safe place. Where I couldn't cut myself. And also, I have one friend. Her name is Signe.

Signe was the only one who I can consider as my friend. Or to make it more precise: she was the only person who really tried to hear me out, to listen to me even though others didn't agree.

It sounded like one of those cliché schiz, right? But it's actually the truth.

And no, I don't have that sort of feeling for her, if that's what you're thinking.

As if--

"Shit-" Goddamn it, my head hurts like hell! I hate this feeling! I immediately stood up and leaned on the wall.

My vision became blurry, and I felt a wave of deja vú. This has happened before!

Then I felt the very familiar feeling; bloodlust. This urge wasn't new to me anymore.

The need to see some blood...Even if it was my own.

Damn.

What should I do?

Before I could even process it, I got the cutter and wiped it on my shirt, to remove the dried blood.

I'm losing my mind again. Yhis barely happened, the reason why I can't control it.

Get a hold of yourself, Sean. That's why everybody hates you; you lose control over the slightest of things.

Bearing that reminder in mind, my vision became slightly vivid. It was enough for me, though.

I stared at my newly (but subconsciously) made cut. It didn't sting nor hurt.

Then suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Before I could even think, I felt the blade of the cutter against my arm again.

"Jack!" The door suddenly opened, making me recoil and press the blade, becoming the reason of my new wound.

"Shi--"

Screw this, it stings! "Agh! Damn it!"

"Oh my! Sorry! Are you alright?!"  A familiar voice squealed. Oh, it's Signe. Wait, Signe?! How was she able to enter?!

"Y-yeah, I'm alright." I squatted on the floor as I let go of the cutter, Signe doing the same thing. She stared at my wound. "Moreover, how were you able to enter? I was sure that I locked-"

I stopped as she showed me a hairpin. Lock-picking? Seriously, Signe?

"I actually came here to return your phone, but since you made a new cut again..." She paused. Isn't she going to return it?

She sighed, and the next thing I knew I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek. "What was that for?!" I rubbed the part where she slapped me.

Signe glared at me. "For wounding yourself again. And I won't return your phone yet."

Aw, come on!

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The happennings here can actually happen in real life.

Yes, where your vision might be clouded by deep bloodlust, or you might subconsciously lose control.

Anyways, I do hope you enjoyed!

They're in College for this story, 22 years old.