(Warning: FEELZ)

"Nya!"

Scott yelled in pain as he made yet another cut on his arm.

He felt dizzy already, but that didn't make him stop. He burrowed the razor into his skin right away, swiping, not caring. He didn't care if he fell dizzyly. He didn't care if he fell without conscienceness. He didn't even care if he fell lifeless.

He had scars running all the way up his arm. Old and new, bold and faded, bleeding or closed.

He had so many on each arm, he couldn't count how many he had.

He had been cutting, since he was 11. Ever since his father died, and his life changed.

His mother never accepted him. No, she never even cared for him. She cared for her daughters.

Scratch that last part. No, she didn't care for her daughters. She cared for her daughter. Her oldest one.

She didn't accept that Scott was gay. It's not that she couldn't, she wouldn't. There's a difference.

His father accepted him. But she didn't.

Scott doesn't know why she hates her youngest daughter too, she never did anything wrong.

She isn't a mistake like he was.

After what seemed like ever, he finally collapsed. He fell to the floor, unconscience.

To him, its unknown if he'll ever open his eyes again.

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"Scott!" Vincent yelled throughout the apartment, "Scott! I came here to give you your phone! You forgot it at Fuckbears!"

Vincent, who was expecting a response from the black haired teen, got nothing in return.

"Scott!" He went upstairs, "I'm not playing any games! Come on!" He went towards Scott's bedroom, "Where are you..?" He whispered to himself.

He tried opening the door, but to his angerment, it was locked.

"Scott, you better fucking open this door!" He knew that Scott only ever locks his door when he is cutting, or burning himself.

He kepy banging on the door, until finally, it broke down.

He entered the room, and to his horror, saw a motionless body that looked all to familiar.

"Scott, no!" He broke down to the floor, tears threatening to fall.

He lifted Scott up, holding him in his arms.

He was sobbing on the seemingly lifeless body.

"Why would you do this to yourself," Vincent said, choking on his own words.

He held Scott close to him, hugging him, wishing that he had been there hours earlier.

Vincent put his head to his chest, hoping that he was breathing. He checked his pulse.

It was faint.

"No...Scott..please!!" Vincent yelled.

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Whoa.

Where the fuck did this come from?

I found this old thingg in my old files thingy.

I never finished. Aha...

I'm not sure if I intend on finishing this, since I don't remember how I wanted to end it.

I probably will finish it at some point in my life, but nowhere near now. I have to many other one shots and stories to update.

Yup.

~Fox

Edit: okay. So after actually reading it, I found that this is very similar to my present AU. This might've been made when I was forming my AU, and this was like, a script. Idk. I'm finding new and old writings all the time.