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It was one of ‘those’ days..
The days where Drew felt nothing but regret and irritation with himself for letting his best friend go like that. He sits up from his floor and reaches for his razor-blade on the bed. He stood up to lock his door, not because he was worried that his parents might find him bleeding out, but because he doesn’t want his cousin Milly or his best friends downstairs walking in to he see him. Drew walks over to his bathroom and rolls up his sleeve. He presses the razor-blade on his skin hard until he sees his blood prickling out from his new cut. The magenta-haired boy continued until his arm was full of new cuts he looks back over at his arm satisfied with his new cuts he felt he deserved for making his now ex best friend feel shitty. He bandages himself up and rolls back down his sleeve. He looks in the mirror to see his eyes red ( which is weird because he doesn’t remember crying he must be numb to it by now)