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Title: He knew it was wrong
Author: Philippa Muir
Rating: R
Summary: Everything gets too much for Ryan.
Authors note: I wrote this in a french lesson and it contains a character death. Its very short as well.
He knew it was wrong
He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop. Each stroke made him feel freer.
He couldn’t see the blood pouring instead he saw his mother, his father, Oliver, Eddy, AJ… the list was endless.
He didn’t hear the pool house door open. He didn’t hear a scream until a woman’s hand pulled the scissors out of his hands.
It was then that he saw the blood and began to feel the dreaded pain.
“Fuck…” he whispered as the pain engulfed him and he realised what he had done.
He heard someone shouting but couldn’t make out any words.
Someone was holding his bloody arm and covering it with something- the pain was blinding as the person held it against his arm.
He gasped as he felt himself drifting into nothing…
Author: Philippa Muir
Rating: R
Summary: Everything gets too much for Ryan.
Authors note: I wrote this in a french lesson and it contains a character death. Its very short as well.
He knew it was wrong
He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop. Each stroke made him feel freer.
He couldn’t see the blood pouring instead he saw his mother, his father, Oliver, Eddy, AJ… the list was endless.
He didn’t hear the pool house door open. He didn’t hear a scream until a woman’s hand pulled the scissors out of his hands.
It was then that he saw the blood and began to feel the dreaded pain.
“Fuck…” he whispered as the pain engulfed him and he realised what he had done.
He heard someone shouting but couldn’t make out any words.
Someone was holding his bloody arm and covering it with something- the pain was blinding as the person held it against his arm.
He gasped as he felt himself drifting into nothing…