The young man sat in his room. Alone. In almost complete darkness. All he could see was himself, and the knife he held in his hand. The young man thought of his life, his friends and family, how worthless his existence was to them. He thought of how every day was torture, as felt his existence could only cause pain. He thought of how it might be good if he died. He looked down to find that he'd been scraping the knife on his leg, and there was blood everywhere. But he relished the pain. He felt he deserved it.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
Too real is right. Honestly, I was kind of unsure about posting this since it actually is based on an experience I had a few years ago. I exaggerated the blood a bit, but I actually still have a scar where it happened, and everything else in the story is practically a play-by-play. This is why many of my writings have such a strong emphasis on the mental over the physical pain. Anyway, thank you for your comment! I always appreciate them!
Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
"Honestly, I was kind of unsure about posting this since it actually is based on an experience I had a few years ago."
I'm really pleased that you had the confidence to post this drabble, Brendon. Thank you for sharing it.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
Thank you! I really appreciate that!
Frenchie almost 10 years ago
It is very sad. I thought it was more a woman's thing :( You have nicely written it as it is a very delicate subject. Thanks for sharing.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
Thanks! I am just glad I am past that point in my life, but on some level I'm grateful I was able to realize just how deep and forceful my emotional state is. It is, in fact, the driving force behind why I started writing in the first place, since I realized how much I could pour into language.
Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago
Well written.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
Thank you!