My name is Blade, the one Max always looks forward to everytime he gets home from school.
I never knew he was gay until one day when he came to see me with bruises all over his legs, and an “Ew, homo” written on his forehead. I’m sure it’s permanent marker, since it took so much effort for him to take it off.
I’ve seen and been to all over his body. Mostly his thighs, and wrists. I don’t enjoy travelling around humans’ bodies, not at all. A shower with fresh blood sucks. But he seems like he enjoys them, since he keeps sniffing the blood every single time. Ew, Max, no. I can neither understand why you love doing that, nor why you always look forward to me after school, not even yourself.
Ever since he went college, I thought everything has changed towards the better. But it only lasted for couple of weeks, and then I had to move out too. My house is no longer inside the box he kept under his bed, but in his wallet. He doesn’t only look for me after classes, but also during them.
This time I overheard him talking to a girl friend. I’m not sure what he was really saying, but it was “…I really like the smell of blood.” I have no time to think further because he asked me to meet him at the toilet, he started sobbing and kept saying, “I can’t do this anymore”. After doing what he asked me to, he hid my masterpieces under his black long sleeve t-shirt. As always.
One day at home, he brought me in front of his computer. I couldn’t really see what’s written all over his social media accounts, since he started pushing me in and out to create more masterpieces on his body. Once I finally was able to find out what happened and what made him go mad, I am mad.
Humans are mad. I mean, what is so wrong with being gay? In my world being gay is normal. It’s like a spoon sleeping with a spoon. It is normal, as is a spoon sleeping with fork. We don’t talk bad about that. We don’t judge them. We don’t bully them. When it comes to loving, nothing ever goes wrong. Why, humans, why?
I went too deep into my own thoughts. I didn’t really notice what this human has done with my body. I am travelling far too deep into his veins.
I can no longer feel his pumping veins.
Too late, he’s gone.
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