rylands pov - !trigger warning!
i balled my fists.
i through my phone at the wall.
the phone cracked.
i don't know if it works anymore.
i didn't turn it on.
i saw myself in the screen.
my face was morphed and weird.
it was broken.
i was broken.
i was alone.
it was overflowing.
like my arm.
the painted art.
lines of masterful cuts on my arm.
dripping on the floor.
running down my arm.
it was escaping the opening.
nobody would talk to me.
why?
someone please talk to me.
i need shane.
why doesn't he love me?
he hates me.
shane hates me.
i hate me.
everyone hates me.
YOU ARE READING
bad / shyland / completed
Fanfiction"everyone calls me the bad boy; what do you think of me?" contains: swearing, drug use, breaking and entering, depression, cutting (only a little bit), and abuse/references to abuse
