Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck in a Cartoon ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ImSonicCrazy 
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.05.2016 | Pages: 1 | Words: 440 | Visits: 114 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.05.2016 | Pages: 1 | Words: 440 | Visits: 114 | Status: Work In Progress
Man has it been awhile since I've written anything for Beyblade.
Those who ever saw me on the old website 'Quizilla' may recognize
this story. Hopefully it'll be a lot better than it was when I
wrote it back then. It's been well over five years, so I'm sure
it's fine.
Warning: Self-harm, suicide
If either of those trigger you, I ask you to not read this.
With that said, enjoy the prologue.
Thisisagoddamnline
I stared at my wrist, which was covered in slash marks from the knives, razors... anything sharp I could get my hands on. Anything that could make a mark, make me bleed, make me feel pain. As the saying goes, ‘I’d rather feel pain then nothing at all’. I had to make a new one today... everything had just been too much. My parents out again, not even realizing it was my goddamn birthday, being harassed at school and at work again... I just couldn't take it any more. I tried to focus clearly on what I was doing. The metal felt cool against my skin, the edge sharp and already breaking the skin a little. I pressed a little harder and didn't even flinch as the knife cut deeper. Blood started to run down my arms and I smiled though my heart ached more than ever.
The familiar sensation of the crimson liquid starting to spill from the wound made me calm down a little. For some odd reason, I liked the feeling of blood running across my skin. Another thing to set me from the rest I suppose. Judging by the amount of blood, I think I cut the artery this time. Finally, I would no longer have to deal with this inhumane world.
I slumped to my knees, breathing heavily as I mentally prepared myself. Was I afraid? No... The afterlife couldn't be much worse than what I already had to deal with. The door to my room was locked so by the time anyone realized I was missing and they attempted to get in, I would be gone. I let myself lay down, gazing up at the ceiling as the carpet was stained with my blood. Sometimes I wish I hadn't gotten into this habit... too late now, I guess.
My vision was darkening as I grew light-headed. This was it... Mom... Dad... I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. I'm sorry I wasn't your perfect daughter... but now you won't have to worry.
Good...bye...
Warning: Self-harm, suicide
If either of those trigger you, I ask you to not read this.
With that said, enjoy the prologue.
Thisisagoddamnline
I stared at my wrist, which was covered in slash marks from the knives, razors... anything sharp I could get my hands on. Anything that could make a mark, make me bleed, make me feel pain. As the saying goes, ‘I’d rather feel pain then nothing at all’. I had to make a new one today... everything had just been too much. My parents out again, not even realizing it was my goddamn birthday, being harassed at school and at work again... I just couldn't take it any more. I tried to focus clearly on what I was doing. The metal felt cool against my skin, the edge sharp and already breaking the skin a little. I pressed a little harder and didn't even flinch as the knife cut deeper. Blood started to run down my arms and I smiled though my heart ached more than ever.
The familiar sensation of the crimson liquid starting to spill from the wound made me calm down a little. For some odd reason, I liked the feeling of blood running across my skin. Another thing to set me from the rest I suppose. Judging by the amount of blood, I think I cut the artery this time. Finally, I would no longer have to deal with this inhumane world.
I slumped to my knees, breathing heavily as I mentally prepared myself. Was I afraid? No... The afterlife couldn't be much worse than what I already had to deal with. The door to my room was locked so by the time anyone realized I was missing and they attempted to get in, I would be gone. I let myself lay down, gazing up at the ceiling as the carpet was stained with my blood. Sometimes I wish I hadn't gotten into this habit... too late now, I guess.
My vision was darkening as I grew light-headed. This was it... Mom... Dad... I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. I'm sorry I wasn't your perfect daughter... but now you won't have to worry.
Good...bye...