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useless.
two laid in their bed, the stentch of rotting food they'd never eaten festering in their room.
as they rolled over on their side, they spotted a blade.
so shiny,
so tempting.
...
with a limp hand, they slowly grabbed it.
carefully. as if it was something special.
it wasn't. nothing was special. it was all pointless--
gaty was gone. and it was all two's fault.
*'All my fault.* two thought, as they slowly clasped the blade in between their thumb and pointer finger, before taking it to their free arm,
and cutting.
they moved their hand side to side, up and down, trying to get to the deepest layer of their skin.
blood spilled out onto the sheets, as they dropped the blade when they felt lethargic from all the movement.
they rolled onto their side, the sting on their arm pulsing.
all they could feel was apathy and annoyance.
there wasn't any point, was there?
they slowly closed their eyes, hoping to bleed out by morning.