Hurt Chapter 1
#2 of Hurt
*WARNING VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* Chapter 1: The thorns of the rose.
Skylar was a sixteen year old wolf. He was a junior in highschool. He was skinny and was 5' 10". He had long black hair. He was one of the emo kids. His hair was the usual long bangs dyed black, with a long silver streak running through it. He lived with his mom but it wasn't his real mother, she took him in when he was nine. She was a polar bear. Her job was very demanding being one of the high rank desk job for a software company. She was often working from 5am to 9:30 or 10pm. She wished that she could spend more time with him. He tried to get a girlfriend but has never gotten a single date after trying more than 30 times in the last two years. Skylar was always know by his nickname 'Silver' because of the silver streak in his hair. The girl he recently had his eye on was a cat with brown hair and eyes. Her name was Shelby. He had had a crush on her for a month now, he finally worked up some courage and he was going to ask her out today.
Debra had left and Skylar was dressed in his usual converse shoes, skinny jeans, and band shirt. The wolf's tail slowly swisshed back and forth as he stopped by the store, it was soon going to be third period he skipped his first two classes of the day. He walked into the supermarket and went up to the produce stand. A nice doe was at the counter. "I would like a dozen roses please." He said. "Here you go." the woman said as Silver handed her a twenty dollar bill and started walking towards the school. He got to his locker munching on an apple he had inside and put the flowers in the locker. He grabbed his pen and a book and walked into this third period class. He sat down as usual. He was somewhat nervous. A tan lion watched him. "Why is angelo looking at me?" he thought. "Whatever." he thought. Shelby walked into class and sat down on the opposite side of the classroom. Skylar began to get more and more nervous. Shelby chit-chatted with her friends and played with her hair bored.
He sat there tapping his pen nervous, occasional looking at her and looking up at the still staring cat Angelo. He looked at the girl smiling but still incredibly nervous. The teacher began to go on and on about how we need to be more aware of world issues and politics as a nation. Skylar was only concentrating on the brunette cat infront of him. The end of class bell rang. He waited for Shelby to go walk out in the hall. He went to his locker and got the roses. He walked down the hall where she was still talking to her friends. He walked slowly down the hall trying to work up some courage. One of the girls looked over and said something to Shelby. "Damn now there is no turning back." he thought. He walked up to her. He held up the boquet of roses, "I-I like you, do you want to go to dinner or something?" He nervously asked. She looked at her friends. "Are you serious? Hell no." She said laughing. Skylar stood there, destroyed, not knowing what to do. He turned walked away quickly throwing the flowers against the wall.
He sprinted home, tying to hold back the tears. He opened his front door and went into his room. Tears were streaming down his face. He began to pant as he cried, "She doesn't love me!" He yelled throwing his lamp against the wall crying. He went to his small wooden box. He opened it, it was full of razors, knives, and safety pins. He tore of his clothes, tears drenching his clothes. He picked up the sharp objects and went to the bath tub. "I'm not good enough, no one will ever love me, I don't deserve to be happy!" He screamed out as he sat in the tub driving the safety pins through his legs. "I FUCKING HATE YOU." He yelled looking at the mirror. The razor was now in his paw. Tears began to flow harder from eyes. He dragged the razor across his arm. Lines of red appeared from his arm as the blood soaked his fur and began to discolor the white bath tub. He sliced the flesh over and over until he dropped the razor, his body shaking, he sobbed harder lying in the tub. He turned on the shower and counted the slices on his arm. 27, this was the most so far. "Nobody loves me so why so I give a Fuck whether I live or die!?" He began to sob. The water on the floor was red with his blood as he watched it drain. After a few minutes the bleeding stopped and the water cleaned the tub. He got out of the tub and put the razor back in the box. He put on a long sleeve shirt and laid down on his bed sobbing until he fell asleep.
Angelo had watched his crush Skylar have his heart broken another time by a girl. He did not want to see him in pain anymore. Shelby didn't care about him and the other girls didn't either. He did though. He wanted to comfort him but Silver ran off somewhere. He was going to tell Skylar that he loved him, but before he could he ran off. He would tell him tomorrow.