Elliot had been having a bad day. Hell, he was having a bad week, a bad month, actually, a couple of bad months. It began randomly on a day of midterms. He’d been stressed, he’d been drifting from his best friend, his dads were arguing a lot, his brother was acting indifferent towards him for being bisexual ( Chase was such a hypocrite) and his classes were getting diffucult and he didn’t really know what it was that he could do to make things better. He’d turned at first, the the druggies as the school, taking up muggle drugs like marijuanna. It was nice to do it once in a while, to get away from the stress he always felt. One day, when he’d had a particularly bad day, he heard these girls talking about using razors to cut lines into their skin at their wrists and thighs. He was hoping that maybe some pain each day would help him” let out” the pain he was feeling. So he was doing just that. He was by the black lake, with his little satchel and had drawn out the razor and has cut a few lines. Afterwards he was sitting letting the blood cascade down his wrist, fingers, and drip onto the wood and the water below. “What the hell are you doing?!“ a voice snapped from behind him. He jumped scrambling for the cloth he left in his bag. He pressed it to the cuts. “W-what? I don’t know what you mean.” he stutters knocking the razor in his bag and attempting to act normal.
