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Quarentined Fractals .1

He didn't have any cuts Not in visible places nor the non-visible ones Didn't want to draw attention... Never tried it, not even once He knew, deep inside, that If he wanted to do it, he'd just go ahead Countless times was caught in the kitchen Just staring at a blade Never did anything though Just thought about it For the outsiders, he had just hit the perfect life Sex, friends, money, family, fun, notoriety Didn't bother to pull the trigger Didn't bother to push the knife Didn't bother to stop his heart so then, nothing.

But on that singular day he did bother. A moment was all it took. A snap of fingers and there he was, staring into the abyss once again depression lurked into his mind, like it did thousands and thousands of times before. But this time it was different. He was outworn, weary. He just wanted to numb the pain. The more he thought about it, the more certain he was. fucking useless, annoying, unsatisfying leech! fucking parasite! as black marks started appearing at the corners of his eyes he took a single step into the abyss There was no blood, since there was nobody to see. There was no sound of broken bones, not even a corpse to dispose. "Why bother anyone with your remains?" He wondered, as he fell deeper and deeper into the void. "I can already feel the pain being vanquished by my immortal soul" He felt the tip of his fingers becoming torpid He was still awake when his soul decided to leave The initial adrenalin wore out soon he'd hit the ground, and then nothing

But then, something pulled him back. Picture his anger, his fury this newborn madness was too much for the poor soul and soon begun to consume what was left of his broken mind his insubstantial body got filled with feelings he couldn't comprehend and because of that he suddenly stoped falling. This anger was not directed to the rest of the world it was directed for one. The one in the mirror. The single sane piece of his own mind who had pulled him back from the underlying abyss. There was just so much madness, so much pain, for such a young boy So the inner crisis finally reached the surface of his hollow flesh, as his feet kicked the chair as his feet stood there, dangling mid air The heart started beating normally As soon as the hallucinogens stopped infecting his brain He woke up at some dude's house With a syringe and a spoon, or maybe some aluminum paper And then nothing.