TW-self harm.

22

vent.

Bad's POV.

I walked back to my room, trying my best not to trip but failed. Once I had finally made it to my room, I lifted up the blanket covering the underneath of my bed and pulled at a medium sized metal box.

I went over to my dresser and picked up a key and turned it in the lock, opening the box revealing small knives and blades.

Pulling up my sleeve, I was proud of myself from how many scars there already were. Especially knowing that I deserved all of it.
I sat on my bed and pulled out a blade that had no blood on it. 'I'll probably have to clean all of these after this.' I rolled my eyes and immediately dug the blade deep into my skin.

I didn't feel anything.
"Wha?-"
I tried again . . Nothing. .

I started to freak out, why the hell did I not feel it? Have I done it too much? Am I gonna die?

I tried my other arm, there were less cuts on that one. I dug it much deeper and blood poured out, I could feel it but barely.

Tears filled my eyes, but I could care less. I'll punish myself for it later, once I figure out how I can feel more pain.

I rolled up my pants and tried that. Still nothing. I was quietly sobbing at this point.

I took off my shirt and made lines on my stomach and chest area. Nothing.

nothing
nothing
Nothing.
Nothing!
NOTHING.
NOTHING!
NOTHING.
NOTHING!

I FEEL NOTHING. THIS IS IT. I OFFICALLY AM EMPTY, NEVER TO FEEL ANYTHING. EVER AGAIN, HUH?

tell me if i fucked up on anything

vote bc im desperate 😉