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He just sat there, blankly with one thought in mind:
Cut, cut, cut.
So he finally stood up and opened his drawer for his blade. He sat down, lazily and without thinking he sliced his thigh. He wished he could've gotten deeper. He sighed in disgust. He aimed the blade next to the now red cut. His blade was over a thin, white scar. He was hungry for more.
This time he didn't hesitate. He drew the blade in deep and sliced it. Nooby whimpered in pain. The fat bubbled up and popped. The cut was actively opening and closing, taking the shape of a bean.
He was satisfied.
He wanted more. He lifted up his blade again and went in for another strike. It wasn't as deep as the last one. Unsatisfaction burned in his thighs. He kept digging his blade in his skin. A new scar emerged. Each cut, there was a warm stream of blood after. Nooby was tired. He could see the cuts that he didn't do so deep already form stitches. He tried to stand up, but immediately slumped back into bed from being too exhausted to anything.
He sat back up. He didn't notice that he was starting to bleed out from his thigh.
Disgusting.
The blood was starting to pool over his bed.
The scent of metal was covering his room.
Nooby grinned in satisfaction. He was able to think clearly now. He stood up, and grabbed a sewing kit from his drawer. He got the needle and stitched the deepest wound with the highest chances of infections, together. He winced at the final stitch. It shouldn't hurt so bad. He's doing it to himself. So he reluctantly ignored the sting and bandaged it up REALLY tight. He didn't bother to wash or clean it. Future him will deal with it. He looked down at his thigh once again.
Yeah it was bleeding through.
So he added 2 more layers.
That did the job.
Now he hand to wash his hands (and blade) to get rid of the “crime scene,,
He limped to the bathroom and washed his hands with warm water and soap. While he was washing his blade he “accidentally,, cut his fingers while washing them. Oh well.
To him that was a bonus.
…
Guest texted him, conveniently after he changed the covers of his bed. He wanted to hang out at the park.
Of course Nooby said yes. He needed something to get his mind off of self harm.
Another day of satisfaction.