If I were a human, would you still love me?

Chapter 8. ..Bloodshed.

Trigger warnings: Blood, (Slight?) Panic attack. Suicidal thoughts. (<--Not much and isn't heavy.) Abuse.

This chapter is a true angst chapter. If you don't wana read it, but still want to know what happened, or have questions about any of the things happening you can go to my dm's. If you need help or want to vent, my dm's are always open.

Stay safe out there.

Atleast it isn't very bad yet.

Kiriwo talked again. "I really love my brother. So I will do anything for him. Oh, its one liter of blood by the way, so you might be a little dizzy afterwards." He then pushed me into a chair.

Wait, his brother? I've heard him talk about one before. Isn't that he mean the guy from the phone? The guy that wouldn't stop screaming at him?

Why does he like his brother so much? He treats him like trash. Kiriwo seriously has some issues, but maybe I can show him a better view in life. I hate that I will have to manipulate him for it.

In the the human world, I had learned how to manipulate. How to get people to stop asking me for things, to make them like me more and appreciate who I am.

When I manipulated people, I generally just made them feel better about themselves. I know, I shouldn't manipulate people, its wrong, but I had to.

I would have done everything for people to stop hurting me. I just wished they didn't do it so much. I wished they wouldn't take advantage of me, every time they asked me to do something for them.

I just wished my parents weren't so lazy at times. That they could have seen me as a human as their son and not as a slave.

I wished they didn't make me work for hours at jobs that bearly made any money, had no breaks and no time to sleep. I wished my mom woulden't tell me she hated me and that she "would have been better off if I had never been born." I wished my dad didn't hit me unconscious everytime I did something wrong.

But they did, every single time. They made me lose my mind. I can't even count how many times they have made me feel worthless. They are truly monsters, demons. But for some reason I can't help but love them. I love them so much.

I would do it all over again for them. I really hate myself for thinking that way. Sometimes I wished I really wasn't born.

Sometimes I just want to end it all.

Suddenly my train of depressing thoughts stopped when I felt a sharp pain in my neck. It was worse than anything I had felt today.

I saw Kiriwo standing over me, his face was like a mask, he didn't show me any emotion. He had pushed a needle into my neck. I slowly felt it go deeper and deeper untill the needle had entirely disappeared in my neck. I felt tears prickling in my eyes. I tried moving my neck a little, but even the smallest movement's hurt.

"Oww" A small sound came from my mouth. It sounded weird, like it was muffled.

Kiriwo laughed. His eyes were now looking at me. He looked at me with a dark, sadistic smile.

"So now you can talk huh?"

My mouth opened and closed. Talking hurt too much. He put the needle right trough my throat. I thought the needle couldn't go any further, but I was wrong. He put it in, all the way trough my neck, I could feel it touching my hair at the other side. It burned. It felt so unnatural it made me feel sick. I felt like I was going to throw up.

The needle wasn't one of those small needles, it was one of the ones they used at hospitals. The one they push deep into one of your veins, to draw as much blood in a short period of time. But he had pushed it straight though my larynx, so he coulden't draw any blood like that.