3rd person POV

Deceit is in laying in his bed staring at the ceiling. 'I'm the bad guy why wouldn't they hate me' he thinks to his self. In Remy's room he's sitting at his desk on his phone drinking his starbucks. Remy stands up turning his phone off and puts it in to his back pocket. "Well time to get to the mind night concert I promised health I'd go to."Back in Deceit's room.

Deceit sits up and look down at his wrists witch are covered in scares. He looks over at his desk, that is covered in all kinds of paper and other stuff. He gets up and wakes over to the desk. He picks up a huge pill of paper and grabs a knife from under it. The knife is staind with blood.Deceit takes off his gloves and puts the knife up to his very pale skin. He starts digging the knife in to his skin. It was painful VERY painful but he had gotten use to it. After all he did this dayly but he thought it wouldn't matter. He thought that if they did see him do this or saw the knife that they wouldn't care. Deceit rushed to the bathroom and put the knife down on the sink.

He washed off the blood on his hands, he opened a cabinet and pulled out some bandages. He wraps up his wrist and goes back to his bed and trys to go to sleep. Over all the pain he was feeling from his wrist.

Hey, so this story is from my old account and I will be changing the end a LOT. I didn't really like where it was going sooooo yeah -Raccoon Mom