Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Angel ( Prologue )

3x4 : self-injury : depression : all around sad fic, not my usual sweet sap

Quatre deals with his problems in his own way, what happens when his lover discovers the truth? 3x4 self-injury and depression

Angel

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Chapter 1

by glitterynile

Light seeped from under the door of the small bathroom, like fog it crept covering the surrounding carpet with its pale light. The dilemma contained within the sterile environment was not uncommon. A glittering razor held between pale fingers offered the release the youth craved.

Slashing across his fore arm, a long angry wept overlapped the faint pink scars of its brothers. Blood trickled down as a hiss cut across wet lips. The release of the pain was sweet…painfully sweet.

Blinking and calming himself the young man slashed again. The quick motion left another mark among the many. Hiding the awful affair would be harder than ever now.

Blinking back tears, Quatre stood from his spot on the cold bath tub and journeyed to the sink. Washing the blade with cool water he watched with fascination as the blood red color paled and fated to a light pink. Thoroughly rinsed the Arabian hide the metal blade under the flower vase in the center of the counter, wiping his blue-green eyes he sniffed and then set to the task of he distastefully named "clean up".

It was always the worst part, having to clean the wounds one inflicted on oneself. Taking out the used first aid kit Quatre sat once more on the tubs edge. Setting the kit on his legs the pale boy stared at the red cross that decorated its top. Opening the kit quatre brought out the gaze, bandages and antibiotic cream. He set to his task.

/ I hate this part / Quatre completed the task efficiently, he new if he did not the cuts would only get infected and the scars would take longer to heal and would leave more pronounced marks instead of a fated pink tense on the skin.

Remembering back his mind took a short trip to war time. He was sitting in Sandrock awaiting new directions when the desperation hit. Rummaging though his bags he searched for his blades, but in his rush to leave the safehouse he forgot them. He began scanning the cockpit for anything he could use-nothing but… a glass bottle sat within the trash bin. Flinging himself to it he grabbed the bottle and smashed it on the gundams side walls, shards of broken glass fell. Gripping a large piece quatre scraped it across his arm parting the flesh and granting him release. The after affect was not so sweet… the wounds became infected and scared.

Quatre ran his nimble fingers over the long fated scar.

Task complete he stood and replace the kit turning off the light with a *click* of the switch he walked back into the bedroom tugging on his long sleeves- he would die before the others found out his sick secret…/ just my little secret /

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end chapter 1

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