For months now you'd been admiring the new boy in your class. He was perfect. Tall, unique, slender in all the right places with a killer smile and eyes lined with black darker then his personality. He was just gorgeous. One day you entered his dorms to confess and noticed him, stood before his mirror, blood on his wrists and squishing the skin on his slender waist. His room smelt of blood, sweat and tears. His bed was stained with red liquid and his floor was covered in broken glass and pins. That's when you noticed his face. Usually confident and firm, his handsome lips were pale and grimacing, his thick brows furrowed, his eyes wide in frustration and anger

"for fuck sake, why!! Why am I still so.. Disgusting!!"

he grabs an empty bottle of vodka from his dresser and smashes it... This man was a mess