He's been trying but it's just not going well. Forgetting to eat, barely sleeping and his drinking has picked up. It's not the worst he's been in his life, drinking on VRchat while using a girl model but being silent so his voice didn't get made fun of was but it's not his best at all. Wishing he could get better doesn't do much and his autism doesn't really help with anything. Somedays Ike will wake up from the 2-4 hours of sleep he gets and intend to seek help but never does. He's spiraling down and right now is the lowest he's been in a long time.

Hands slightly shaking he takes the blade he screwed out of a pencil sharpener. The release will be worth it but the antcipation is the worst part. While he's standing in front of mirror to watch he still closes his eyes before the blade enters his skin. His arms are already littered with scars but he has fresh skin on his right upper thigh so that's what he goes for, slowly dragging it along and at last getting the courage to open his eyes as he finishes. Blood blossoms from beneath the skin as he starts his second cut, breath shaking as he continues and feels like he's starting to feel the relief he needs.

Nothing stops there though, by the fifth cut he's starting to feel aroused by it, dick starting to harden as he continues. That doesn't stop him from harming though, he needs that pain and the feeling of blood dripping down his thigh before he can think of getting off in a different way. Part way through he feels a tear slip down his cheek and has to take his glasses off. His reflection is now blurry but it doesn't stop him, he needs to get through more before he stops hating himself so much.

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Pub: 31 May 2024 20:30 UTC

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