Post by ashwee on Nov 18, 2010 11:28:38 GMT -5
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know
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He was here finally, Hawthorn academy. A school for mentally ill
kids likes himself. The whole idea made him laugh really. The last
place he needed to be was mixed in with kids that would only fuel
his problems. Not that he minded really, in fact he was actually
pretty happy about it all. Besides the place beat a psychiatric ward
any fucking day. Smiling to himself Isaac brought his attention back
to the task at hand. He was currently sitting on the cold tile floor
of the schools bathroom, with a razor in hand. Now, right this
moment would likely be his last time to have fun with his friend,and nothing would stop him. Not even the chance of someone finding
him. Quitely Isaac reached up and pulled the metal door to the stall
closed and got comfortable. Now it was time, and boy was he ready.
Sneaking in a razor to Hawthorn couldn't have been easier. The
razor was a small. About half the size of his pinky finger and sharper
than hell. Just what he craved and needed. Thank god for dollar
disposable razors, you would never find anything sharper, or more
damaging. Sighing softely Isaac straitened his arm and admired the
way the various scars looked. Some long, some short, some puckered and some thin and innocent looking. There was way to
many to count. And to him they were all beautiful. He liked to think
of them as battle wounds, memorys of the things that hurt him in the
past. Every scar had a story, and damn there was a lot of them.
But he was getting distracted again, shit he needed to get this done
with before someone came looking for him. He most likely didn't have
much time and here he sat letting his mind wonder.
Shacking his head to clear his thoughts Isaac grabbed his razor
and started. The blade dragged across his skin sickeningly slow,
sliding like a knife through butter. L
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