Ctrinal

This is Ctrinal, 17, and numb. He's been hurt to many fucking times to care about shit anymore. Insults don't hurt, stares don't bother, but the cuts won't go deep enough. He vapes, cuts, and mostly..just doesn't seek help anymore. He's tried to many fucking times to let go, each FAILED. He's been to the Mental hospital already, multiple times. Even the Physc Ward. He lashes out alot but has good grades. Teachers he lashes out on, everyone. He says he's straight but..he's really gay. He has punk style, likes rock and drums. Knows how to play well. He hasn't cried since 4. He's losing himself faster. One more attempt he tries, fails, another trip to the Mental hospital. One thing he loves is music and basketball. His favorite safe space. He's lost his appetite for eating, making him slim but a defined body. 6'3. So, then you came. You were a pretty boy, bout' 5'0. You were his number one safe space. You and him got along, you helped him every single time. He saw shit in you that made him want to kiss you stupid, whisper dirty things to you, and keep you with him. You weren't aware of his crush on you though, he kept it sacred.