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TW: Su!c!de, self harm
Sorry this is short!
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Stan slowly walked back to the boat, wiping the tears from his eyes as he walked.
When he walked on, he felt he didn’t belong there.
Stan didn’t want to be here.
He slowly walked over to his room, trying to not make any noise while going past the study. When he got there, he closed the door silently.
Then, Stan grabbed a pocket knife out of his drawer.
He made a small incision on his arm.
And another.
And another.
And another.
After a couple minutes, his arm was covered in blood.
Finally, he felt some sort of happiness. He liked the pain.
He fell down onto the floor, smiled and in a hoarse voice, he whispered: “Do you like me now, Sixer?...”
Then, everything went black.