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Blood. So much blood.
Argos sighed. He grabbed another tissue to absorb the blood leaking from their wrist that he had just cut multiple times with an open pair of scissors.
Wiping a few more tears from their face, he closed the scissors and turned on the tap. Argos looked in the mirror.
They looked at their ugly, reddened, eye-covered, tear-stained face, that no one ever loved, and no one ever would.
Just a stupid, stupid girl, that pretends to be a boy. A clumsy, good for nothing blabbermouth that no one cares about, that should just kill themself, it's not like anyone would notice anyway.
He placed his bleeding wrist under the tap, wincing at the stinging pain coming from the cuts. "I deserve it." They mumbled.
He reached into the tissue box, only to find...
It was empty.
"Shit!" They exclaimed, "how am I supposed to clean up the blood now?!"
Argos angrily yanked his sleeve back down.
I have to clean this up fast, Mr. Plant should be back from work soon.
Then, suddenly,
DING DONG
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no no no no.
Mr. Plant was here.