Danger Days

It's been weeks since I last saw the killjoys and my unhappy thoughts were returning. 'They abandoned you. Even Dr. d doesn't like you, he's only taking care of you because he's forced to. Suck it up you big baby. Can't deal without four adults you just met can you?' I sighed and rolled around on my sleeping bag before I finally agreed that I would just do one. I walked to my bag and fished in it until I nicked my finger with the blade. "Ah fuck..." I growled putting my finger in my mouth. I sucked and licked it until I felt that it was fine. I grabbed the blade firmly and headed to the bathroom. I locked the door and looked at myself on the mirror. Dark circles around my eyes the smile long faded from my face once they had left. I sighed and thanked whoever was watching that my jacket sleeves were long. I sat myself on the white counter top and slide the metal across my wrist tensing then relaxing with the silent pain and clarity it brought me. I did a few more my conscience telling me I lied since I said I was only going to do one. I smirked and continued until I was satisfied. 12 cuts in all. I cleaned the cuts and put my blade back in the back pack. Aside from the small scabs of red (that I picked off) my cuts didn't bleed much even though I tried to cut deep. I sighed and ran my fingers over the cuts. I didn't know why I did it I just felt like I needed the emotional support or release. I snuggled up and fell asleep listening to Gerard's pleasant voice through the small MP3 iPod thing.
____next day____
I was awoken by a very happy looking Ghoul. "What do ya want Ghoul?" I mumbled as a song I was familiar with came on..I think it was called I'm not okay (I promise) but I wasn't positive. "We're back! And our friends were okay." He said ruffling my curled mess of a hair. I rolled my eyes and waited till he left to pull my pants and jacket on. "Party! Jet! Kobra!" I said happily running up to my fro buddy hugging him first then party then Kobra. "Hey kid." They all said at once. I grabbed a plate and smiled when I saw something other than pup...pancakes! "How?" "Our friend has some real food...cool right?" Party said taking a bite of his own food. I nodded and took a bite smiling as I tastes my first real food in ages. "Fantastic." I mumbled through the food laughing when it sounded odd. The guys rolled their eyes and let me go off to my own business of eating. After we were done we hung around playing games and laughing...it was fun. Soon the adults said it was time for be and I regretfully went to my bed. ______hours later______
the stumbling drunk adults went off to be bit I could have sworn I heard something else. I grabbed my stolen gun and switched it off of safety. I put my hat on and snuck out of my room the sound growing stronger the closer I got to the entrance. I glanced around a corner and my mouth dropped at what I saw. Draws and a scarecrow waiting to kill. I snuck away quietly and woke the one guy I knew wouldn't be as drunk as the others. "Kobra...Kobra!" I whisper yelled shaking his sleeping figure. His eyes popped open and he tried to groan but I slammed my hand down on his mouth and pointed to his gun then to the hallway. He nodded and grabbed his gun and followed me. "Aw shit." He whispered as we saw the drama and scarecrow. "You think we can take em'?" I whisper asked. He nodded and soon we were in open fire. One two three four five six seven eight none ten. Kobra had killed ten and I had only killed three. I growled and shot at the scarecrow memories flooding my mind. I shot mercilessly at it and soon it collapsed along with the last drac. Party and Ket and Ghoul came out of the bedroom half dressed half awake and holding various wepons the only real weapon belonging to Ghoul. "What the hell was that?!" Party growled approaching us. "You guys were too drunk to help." Kobra said pointing to their obviously unprepared bodies. Party scoffed and ghoul tucked his gun in his backward sleep pants the safety turned on. We did the same with ours and only then did I realize Kobra has been hit in the arm I was cut across the cheek and my cuts were bleeding. They took us to doctor D and I escaped to the bathroom and cleaned my own cuts pretending like I was peeing. I wrapped them up and headed out to get my face evaluated. It wouldn't scar and I would be fine but Kobra would need to rest for a bit longer...about two weeks for the scar tissue to develop correctly and heal. He was angry but agreed none the less. Now I just had to go back to sleep...yay

Notes

Sorry that I wrote that and no I don't want you to self harm and no I do not want the girl who played kid to self harm. I'm just emotionally frustrated and needed to let this out after wards. Please forgive me if this offends you in any way. I don't want anyone of you to read this and feel encouraged or pissed off because of the age or person In the story self harming. Once again I don't encourage or want any of you beautiful people to self harm. Keep those hips and wrists clean, no arms or chest, no leg or hand. I want you guys to stick it out and find ways to creatively let out the emotions that overwhelm you. Love you guys,
Your Bulletproof Heart