Words

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Trigger Warnings: very mild language, cuts, mention of self harm, blood, past bullying, depression, (sorry I forgot the trigger warnings for 2 chapters ago)

Daltons POV

I have a plan. How about you pretend that you got rid of me. Then you can go back to cutting and stuff without disruptions.

"..."

You want them to help you, don't you?

"..."

You trusting them! How could you?! They hurt you so much!

"They got better."

No! They were horrible people. They never changed and they never will!

"They didn't mean it...."

Your a prick! They did mean it! Every single word!

Virgil's POV

Dalton ripped of his turtle neck. I almost puked at the sight. Bloodied gashes and marks all over his body. And they....... spelled out words.

"Every damn thing that they've said that hurt you tore into me! You seem to forget that I am you! You were hurting..... And None Of Them Cared!" He screamed.

I gaped at the wounds as I remembered the fights, the moments, and everything else that had went wrong. I looked at the words.

Monster
Ugly
Stupid
Freak
Disappointment
Unworthy
Creepy
Mean
Disease
Mess
Disorder

The list went on.

And on.



And on.

Cuts reaching up to his neck and most likely traveling down his legs.

It was too much.






Can't breath.


Get me out!















Help.....

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