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Tivre was in his room. He was holding a dagger in his claws, and his left paw was bleeding. Blood ran down his paw and dripped onto the floor. His life was a mess. Nothing in his life went well. He was bullied in school, and had no friends, no family, nothing. And now that he was of age, he had all the responsibilities while he wasn’t ready.

He was simply tired of this kind of life.

The reason he slashed the back of his paws was that this was the only exit he had. The only relief he had in his life.

He tried suicide. But he couldn’t make himself do it. Sighing, he laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. He would deal with the wound later.

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Tivre opened his tired eyes, and got up, thanks to the alarm. He had to get ready for work now. He washed, being careful about his paw. He would warp it in bandages as usual to hide it from view. After he washed, he went to the sink and washed his paws thoroughly, washing off the hardened blood as well. Then he opened his mirror, got some alcohol and rubbed it against the back of his paws. That would make it less likely to get infected. Finally, he wrapped his paw in bandages and headed for work.

Soon it became lunch time, and as usual, Tivre sat down on his own and started to eat lunch. It was at that time when he heard his co-workers talking. ‘Have you ever thought of suicide?’ the co-worker asked to another. ‘No, why?’ the other asked him. ‘Another dragon at our apartment committed suicide. And now it’s a real pain in the ass, as the value of my apartment’s going to drop for sure and we have police all around asking us about the one who committed suicide.’ He said. The other dragon nodded, and said without a single thought. ‘Yeah.’ He said. ‘I just don’t understand why people commit suicide. Don’t they know that it’s an ass to deal with for the neighbors?’ he said. Tivre felt his anger boiling, but kept it down and continued to eat. The fuck did they know about committing suicide? Still, they ‘might’ think the next time they spoke? ‘Yeah.’ His co-worker said. ‘They’re a real pain in the ass. They just don’t care about others! They think everything’ll get solved when they die!’ his co-worker exclaimed. Tivre got more angry, but still kept it down. How dare they say so easily about that sensitive of a topic? But still, those two dragons were not finished. ‘I hope the government just puts them suiciders all in a cell before they do it. It’s just a menace to society, and we don’t need those.’ He said. Tivre felt his anger explode, and slammed the table, getting the attention of everybody in the cafeteria. The cafeteria was still noisy, but it soon got silent when others saw his enraged expression. He walked over to the two co-workers, and grabbed them by the neck, and slammed their heads on the table.

‘How-‘ SLAM! ‘Dare-‘ SLAM! ‘You-‘ SLAM ‘Disrespect those who suicided!’-SLAM! He said, as he slammed the two co-workers’ heads on the table. Then he kicked them hard in the stomach, making them double over in pain. ‘Do you have any idea what they were going through?!’ he yelled. ‘Do you? Huh? Do you?’ he yelled, making them back away from fear. ‘The Fuck do you know about them? Huh? You’ve never even experienced a fraction of what they’ve been through! How dare you speak so lightly about that subject! How dare you disrespect them!’ he yelled at them, punching their faces with each sentence. Then he tore off the bandage on his paws. ‘You see this?’ he yelled, holding out his paw. ‘You see these marks? Are you even brave enough to do this? Huh?’ The two co-workers just looked at him in shock and fear, and he hit them again. ‘The fuck are you looking at? I held out my paw, not my fucking face! Now answer! Are you even brave enough to do this?’

‘Yes.’ One of the co-workers said, looking at him heatedly now. Tivre got surprised from the answer, but recovered quickly, and threw a dagger at him. ‘Do it, then!’ he yelled at him. The co-worker looked at the knife, then picked it up. He held the dagger against his paws, and tried to slash it. Tried to. Just as he was about to slash it, he stopped and shook. Probably doubting. ‘The hell are you waiting for?!’ Tivre yelled. ‘Do you want me to do it for you?’ he yelled, and grabbed his co-worker’s paws, and grabbed the dagger. The co-worker, who looked like he could faint, looked at him with fearful eyes. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’ He whimpered, acting like a god damn frightened hatchling. Tivre looked at him with hatred, and looked at the other co-worker, who started the conversation. ‘And you.’ He sneered. ‘Do you think you can do this?’ ‘N…no.’ the other co-worker said, dropping his head. ‘And you both know what?’ Tivre said, holding his anger. ‘Suicide takes a lot more than just slashing you damn paw. So just shut the fuck up and get your god damn asses out of here!’ he yelled. ‘You don’t have the right to disrespect them when you don’t even have what it takes to slash your paws!’

The two just ran out of the cafeteria, eager to get away from him. Tivre put the dagger back in the holster, and walked out of the cafeteria as well. He didn’t have the appetite to eat. Not after what just happened.

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Tivre was now back in his home. He had been arrested for assault, and now he was scheduled to go the police station tomorrow and report what he did. His messy life had just took a turn for the worse. He slashed his paw and arm for the millionth time that night, and looked at the streaming line of blood. Why did others think people who commits suicide are weak? What did they know? What gave them the right to judge?

He laid down. His mind already felt hazy from the loss of blood.

Soon, it would be over.

Soon.


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