Fiction:FULW pt. 15
Bam cluched his pillow and cried. Tears flowed from his angelic blue eyes like water from a spring. The pain he felt from Ville's hateful words had long ago faded away, but the tears still fell.
He was "home" now, lying in his and Ville's bedroom curled up in a ball crying on the bed. The overwelming urge to cut himself took over and he quickly found his blade in his nightstand.
He gazed at it, looking at the dried blood from the last time he had used it. He remembered the wonderful feeling of release as the blood slowly dripped from his arms, the rush of losing blood that caused his head to spin, the dizzness that eventually ended him up on the floor puking but still....The lust for that release made Bam shake with want as he slowly drug the blade across his forearm.
Bam let out a low moan, soaking in the almost orgasmic bliss of the cold steel ripping his skin apart. A few more cuts and he might acutally cum in his boxers.
He drew the line out as long as he could go without turning his arm over, and then started to begin another one when he got an idea.
All of the "tender" flesh had been cut before on his body, the insides of his thighs, the tops of his feet, in between his fingers and toes. None of them reacted the way that Bam liked to feel anymore. The one place that handn't been cut with a razor, by himself or Ville, was his cheek bones. The flesh, when drawn taunt, was very senstive.
Bam walked to the mirror, razor in hand, blood dripping from his arm. He stood, head cocked, looking at himself in the mirror. He placed the razor at the hight of his cheek bone, slowly drawing it down. Bam hissed at the pain, it was wonderful.
The trail of blood mixed with his tears as Bam laughed. He thought of Ville's damned lyrics. "When angels cry blood.."
Damn Ville, he made him this way. It was his fault. Everything was his fault the fact that Bam was dragging this damned blade over his wrist, cutting them wide and long was Ville's fault.
Bam froze, realization of what he had just done swept over him as blood so rich it was black poored out of his arm. He stared wide-eyed to the mirror, seeing Ville walk through the door. Seeing the horror in his eyes. Seeing tears in his eyes.
"Don't cry Ville." Bam tried to say, but it came out in a gasp for breath.
Bam hit the floor, and all he could see was Ville over him, tears streming from his eyes,yelling something he couldn't hear, and blood....The blood from his cut on his face was running into his eyes. He couldn't see...black. All he saw was black.
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This was really hard for me to write because remember that this is based on a true story....I know it is dark, but so is life.