【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(13)

"I know, Chara, I know." He says, pulling in a tiny wicker stool from outside and sitting on it next to my bed. He leans closer and starts whispering in my ear. "This needs to stop." He says. I don't understand.
"I don't…" I murmur, the hoarseness of my throat burning.
"What don't you understand, Chara?" He snaps back.
"Why- what do-,"
"You're pathetic." He says. "Blaming them." My breathing starts to quicken.

"Wh-,"
"Is that all you can do, Chara?" He asks, drawing his stool closer, "Just, go out looking for trouble to make my life more difficult, is that what you're doing?"
"N- why-,"
"I don't even know why I bother." He says. "You clearly don't understand, so just, lie there, Chara, lie there and think about what you've done." He picks up his stool and leaves the room, slamming the door so hard the wind curls around my stinging flesh. I look up at the ceiling. My breathing feels less… worried now. It's more, determined now than ever. I pull my arm up from the bed, the flesh sticking to the sheets and screaming as they're yanked apart. I reach down the side of my bed and bury my exposed hand beneath the mattress. My bones feel crushed between the stone-cold wooden planks and the thick mesh of foam, but in between as my bones feel ready to snap, I find it. I pull out the knife.