Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-05-26 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | big bad wolf |
Who: Shane Marion (closed, narrative)
What: Shane does something stupid.
Where: 601
When: During the pause in this conversation.
Warnings: Self-mutilation.
Notes: ...*facepalm* Dude, Shane, why can't you just do drugs like a normal person?
Shane sat on the edge of the bathtub. The fluorescent lights overhead were cold and sterile, and Boyd was sleeping in the next room, safely cocooned in the sheets. In the other direction, the computer was on, a blind eye turned on an empty room.
There were two furrows in his skin, jagged and red, along his rib cage. They ran parallel to his ribs, angry, red, and bleeding. His claws were out, and they were tipped in blood.
He couldn't kill Daniel. Even though every cell in his body wanted to take the stairs up to R1, he couldn't touch him. And he couldn't hurt anyone else, not anymore. He'd promised to be done with that.
He'd thought about knocking himself out. Seriously considered it, actually. He knew Boyd wasn't supposed to be taking medication anymore, but if he'd gone up to 1007, he might have been able to find something. Tantalizing, but it wouldn't have worked. It would just have put off the payoff, not eliminated it. Whatever it was in him that was wrong, that was bent and twisted, it wouldn't be silenced by a putting-off.
When he carved a third furrow into his skin, the pain was intense enough to make his mind go blank for a moment, and he missed that when it was over.