{"sf1_id":502048,"sf2_id":"XekV2aW1","title":"Mirror","author":"kareck","words":381,"posted_at":"2013-02-16T08:14:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Dragon","Kuro","Love","M","Male","Poem","Suicide","alone","furry","life","written"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/502048-mirror","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekV2aW1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=502048\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of writen\n\nit hurst so badly","content":"Mirror....  \nhe stood nude looking into the mirror. his body still wet, steam filling the air around him.  \nHe stared hard at the thing in the mirror, it stared back .   \nhe hate it...   \nhe looked down at his body and shook his head slowly as he saw the scar on his belly scales.   \nwith one paw he coverd it and then looked back at the mirror . the thing stared back holding his belly eyeds empty and dark  \n\" why?\" he hasked himself as he closed his eyes, tears began filling them  \nslowly falling down his muzzle.  \ngently he ran his paw down his legs and felt ther scars there on his lower body.   \n\u0026nbsp;memorys that whereforever etched into his hide.  \nmemorys of the night they had beat him , left him gaged ant tied to die.   \nhe was breathing heavy now a paw on the wall.   \nhot tears fellnow like rain as he opend hisd eyes and looked over at the razzor there, his uncles  \n\"wh..why?\" he whisperd as he closed his eyes again.  \nlove... had there.. yes he had love he was loved Michel he could.... no.. no love.  \nmichel was gone. head on into another car. the driver had been drunk.  \nhe felt himself shaking as he fond the razor. slowly he took it apart.  \n\"wh..why.. pplease god..why\" he said. the same thing said over and over after he had been raped.  \nhe looked at the mirror as he picked up one of the blades.   \nwas this what his freind Sam had fealt as he had pulled the triger?  \ndid it bringe release as his blood splaterd the wall and his freind who watched stund...  \nhe was on his knees now. blade in hand. trembling, breathing hard .  \n\" it cant hurt.. as much as all this hurts.. \" he whisperd .  \nslowly the blaed begain to dig into his wrist, he maid no sound ads he prayed silently for salvation. for forgivness.  \nhis phone that had fallen to the ground rang. he could read the text from where he sat.   \n\"bought the buss tickects.. get to the bus station my love..\"   \nthe blade fell from his paw and he closed his eyes.  \nsome where. somhow some one had heard his cry   \nand had awnserd his prayres.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}