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Liu was the kid to love reading, Poetry, And drawing. He was that one kid that loved english class, He was that one kid with a murderer for a brother.
-5 straws-
He still felt the knife against his face, his brothers face flashing into his face every few times he wrote or read smth. Smth was telling him that he hated Jeff, not smth. Someone was telling him to look for his brother, do worse than what jeff did to him.
But he loved his brother, Did he? Why the fuck would he doubt that ITS HIS BROTHER?? His younger brother for that, What older brother hated like actaully hated their younger siblings.
The image of Jeffs face, Deep cuts that cut through the skin on his mouth. Enough so you could see his teeth when he talked, "Go to sleep" it wasn't a nice voice. It rang in his ears it bled through his ears, Made Liu wanna pull his hair out. But if someone called Jeff a monster then.. in the hospital Liu head started hurting. Physical hurt to stand the day he left, He wanted to yell at the nurse he wanted to stab her. Imaging the blood from her body seeping through the hospital gown he was wearing, Her broken legs and limbs twissted into positions that would make cops throw up. He mentally smiled at the thought of that. Mabye her organs would feel like wet slime, Little bits of her bones mixxed with the mesh making those sharp sparkles, Except this time they didnt sparkle.
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Why were my friends avoiding me, What did i do. Its cause of Jeff, No no no its cause of my face, Ugly scars. "They left you" a voice echos through my head, It vibrates my skull basically. I lean against the sink wanting to throw up, I was alone completely.
Dead.
They were all fucking dead.
I hum and nearly hit my head against the sink, "FUCK" I yell and push away from the sink. Scrambling to get the fuck out of the bathroom.
On the couch sat my sketch book, A sat down and started sketching. If reading didnt calm me down shorly a little drawing would!! It didnt. The only thing he drew was stars. He would never be a star, Stars burned until there was nothing left but ash. Just like Jeff.
Jeffs smile comes into mind at that, So did that voice again "jeff took everything from you.."
He bites his lip to stop him from ripping the sketch books to fucking peices, If he gave in now, he wasn't sure he'd stop at paper.
I throws the book, the page falling open to something he didnt remeber drawing himself. He looks over, It was a picture of him and a child, With big letters saying "s-u-l-l-y" he ripped it out of the book, Shredding it to peices. "Fuck fuck fuck..." i chuckle under my breath. "I need sleep, Yeah thats all" i smile and head to bed, Pulling my shirt off. I stood infront of the mirror shirtless, There were 3 stitchs big stitchs.
One from his shoulder to his hip, second from his collar bone to below his waist, third was a gaint stitcb against his stomach. What if he picked.. he poked a nail between the gaps of stitching, It hurt but didnt..? He felt so nice.
(Warning from here it gets a bit more graphic?)
He sat on his knees, Pulling at the stitchings. He imaged the satisfaction of ripping a layer of his skin off, Imagine if he'd lost so much blood from what jeff did that it didnt even bleed and was just like asmr.
He pulled at another one, Closer to his collar bone. He stopped squeezing his chest, What the fuck was that why was he doing that? Holy shit that was to fucking much.. he covered his mouth with both hands.
-4 straws-
He stumbled into bed, Pulling the covers to his cheeks. This wasent even his bed it was his parents bed, He has a 17 year old in his parents bed. Oh right, their dead..
Pulling one of the pillows to his chest, Hugging it imaging this was all a dream and he was currently hugging Jeff as his little brother kicked and scrammed to get out of Lius grip since he was embarrassed. I laugh at that thought, and hug the pillow tighter then stop. What if i hurt jeff.. that would be bad.
As i almost passed out something whispers "Everyone has straws yk? Some times they break" he hugged the pillow tighter trying to ignore the voice.
-straw 3-
He woke up, Jeff wasent in his arms. His parents werent sleeping next to him, Just he himself and that annoying voice. I hum again and stand up, Going to make food or get water.
As i open the door, The handle was warm.. it was comforting till it wasent and he realised smth was in his room last night, Watching him.
He almost vomited, He was moving out 100% but what about his parents.. and jeff, What if they still really were here. He slammed the door behind him "FUCK" then went to make breakfast