He looks away and stares at it. It's a lovely silver thing. It beckons to him, wanting to meet again. To glide that lovely silver steel blade would be ecstasy all over again. He knows better though. He has been there and been through the aftermath several times. He knows what will happen, he knows that he will be sent away... Though that somewhat comforts him.......
He still lies on the floor of his room looking at the blade and hearing it's beckoning call... He knows to answer would make the trouble start again.. Last time he became real close to the end. He knows that to get that close again he might not get saved again. His Mom hates him for being gay. His father is dead and will not be coming back, not in this lifetime. Everyone hates and ridicules him for being Gay.... What to do?....
He gets up and seizes the blade... He drags it across the lovingly vermillion veins and slices. Instantly the all too known warmth is there. Then he feels the heat, very uncomfortable.. Was not like this last time. He can't stop the bleeding. Crimson gold flowing like water... Darkness... Silence....
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