In the Moment (E3 One Shot)

Sick and tired of being tossed around and cheated on, you break up with your boyfriend Keaton Stromberg. But things only make a turn for the worst, nothing goes as planned.


4. Dissever

     Keaton was breathing heavy now as he watched his blood flow from the cuts on his hand to the floor. They did not sting nor did they hurt, they tingled with a comfortable sensation that seemed to have calmed him down. 

Ungrateful. Asshole. Stupid. Worthless

     Keaton sank to the floor knocking over the cabinet above him. It's contents fell to the floor In front of him. He cradled his head in his arms. The voices were screaming at him as they returned. Desperate to put an end to the screams, his eyes scanned the room. Something caught his eye, a sparkle of some kind. He reached out and picked the small object up bringing it closer. It was a loose razor. As he held it in his hand he already felt himself calming down. The feeling was strange to him. He held the razor between his fingers giving it a longing stare. He placed the sharp edge above his wrist and let it hover for a moment as more thoughts clouded his now corrupted mind. His train of thought was a wreck. More tears spilled down his cheek.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you." He whispered into the emptiness.

     His words traveled in the depressing atmosphere he sat in. Keaton pressed the razor into his arm slicing the skin. Blood bubbled to the surface. The voices fell silent.  He closed his eyes finding peace in his self harm. He slit more cuts into his arm finding bliss with each one. He had lost himself now. He continued slicing his skin trying to get as far away from reality as he possibly could. It was too hard for him to live in and face alone. He would never be good enough, and not just to others but to himself. Each cut was just another flaw, and he already had so many.

     He had made too cuts many. He had lost a lot of blood. He soaked in the puddle of his red sins on the floor around him. He felt himself slipping away now. His sight became blurry and the room fell deafeningly silent. He wasn't going fight it. He shut his eyes and waited for his release. Why live on earth when your only reason for breathing no longer wants you?

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