A path away from pain
A young fox lies on his bed the bottle slipping from his hand rolling under the bed as he hears it hit the others he brings his hands to his face covering his blood shot eyes.
"You know that will only last so long" says a voice. He open his eyes and sees a black fur fox sitting at the edge of his bed twirling a knife between his fingers. "you know there are ways to make the pain go away" it says taking the knife making a slash across his throat the blood flowing out and dripping on the floor. The sound of dripping blood softly echos through out the room.
"I can't do that" says the boy clapping his hands over his ears but the sound stay as sharp as if his head is right next to the pool of blood. "i can't just leave my mother alone she needs the money i get"
"You hate her, you hate your job and they hate you just as much. just one quick cut and you don't need to care anymore" he brings the knife close to the fox's throat. The fox shivers as he feels the coldness of the steel. "They don't care anyway you know that noone even asked why your eyes look so dead"
"i just can't" the fox says his hand closes around the knife trying to pull it way but he just feels it pressing closer to his skin a small drop of blood forming on the blade. "i just can't its not who i am"
"So your happy pretending to be someone your not, smiling while on the inside your soul and mind is being torn apart" it whispers into the fox's ear its free arm closing across the fox's chest "it will be quick you wont feel it and then you wont feel anything" it says as the fox tries to look down barely able to see the knife "they will be happy with you gone, one less screw up they need to worry about"
Tears fill the fox's eyes as he lets go of the the knife. He yelps as he feels the coldness pass through his throat. As he sits there feeling the hotness of the blood pulsing out of him. he looks up at the black fox only to see the darkness falling like mist from its face. "It can't be" says the fox as the black fox looks back at him with his own face and he looks down seeing the blood covered knife in his hand, the flowing blood turning his jeans a dark red.
"Don't worry soon none of this will matter just lay back and close your eyes" he said pushing against the fox's chest "soon you won't need to care about friends, girlfriends or family, none of those people who only cared when you pretended to be happy"
The fox falls back onto the bed, darkness spreading across his eyes and as he lays there tears start to flow down his fur his last thought fading as the darkness grows "will anybody care when im gone"