[His head snapped up at Mary and looked at her as though she were some sort of monster about to kill him. Call for help? S-she would call that bastard again. They'd open it up... he would bleed... there wouldn't be any stopping it. Just like last time. The blood wouldn't stop, and there would be that smell... and that taste... he hated it. He didn't want that again. He yanks himself from her grip and frantically backs himself as far away from her as the bed would allow, and brought his hands frantically through his hair]
N-no...no... nononono GET AWAY FROM ME!
[Then she claimed she would "love" him. No. No one could "love" him. His own father threw him away. He was damaged goods. Even Ryuutaro couldn't love someone like him. He didn't want to play these games. He couldn't handle it right now. It was too much. Just too much for him.]
NO! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!
[He pulled his hands away from his head and looked down at his them, flecks of black blood and the now brown rust-colored smudges plastered all over his hands and arms. There was so much blood. Just so much blood. It was all his. It was everywhere, and he remembered just so vividly what it felt like to grow weaker as his own heartbeat seemed to betray him, pouring more and more of his own blood out onto the floor. When he speaks again his words are come out in a quiet whimper and he defensively curled himself into a little ball once again. This time from Mary. From her touching and her threats and from her 'love'.]
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N-no...no... nononono GET AWAY FROM ME!
[Then she claimed she would "love" him. No. No one could "love" him. His own father threw him away. He was damaged goods. Even Ryuutaro couldn't love someone like him. He didn't want to play these games. He couldn't handle it right now. It was too much. Just too much for him.]
NO! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!
[He pulled his hands away from his head and looked down at his them, flecks of black blood and the now brown rust-colored smudges plastered all over his hands and arms. There was so much blood. Just so much blood. It was all his. It was everywhere, and he remembered just so vividly what it felt like to grow weaker as his own heartbeat seemed to betray him, pouring more and more of his own blood out onto the floor. When he speaks again his words are come out in a quiet whimper and he defensively curled himself into a little ball once again. This time from Mary. From her touching and her threats and from her 'love'.]
I-I already died....