Richee Wellington

"The entire floor looked as if a hurricane had crashed through, crates overturned and random objects strewn in all directions. Sharp items glittered the floor, looking so clean they were almost out of place-- but in the center of it all, a crumpled mass was shivering; it was Richee. He was a splotch of white upon all the darkness, his shirt discarded somewhere, abandoned like his sanity seemed to be. His pink hair was matted, but that was not what brought the peak of alarm amongst them; the boy's pink hair seemed to be caked with dark red. As his hands lifted to grip the damp strands, the three onlookers saw that those too had startling scarlet splashed across them. Eyes searched for the source of the blood, and it soon became clear that the stark white back of the boy was covered in deep gashes, the angles of which made it obvious they were self-inflicted. The boy's head was bowed, but the sound of the three of them panting had made his ears perk up. His head slowly tilted up until his eyes locked onto the first thing he saw; Victor."
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📖 Richee Wellington - Mental 📖
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Richee Wellington, belonging to one of my best friends, is quite obviously a disturbed mess of a human being (and yet we still love him). In case you couldn't tell, the "weapon" he is holding is what caused the damage done to Merva in my previous drawing. In fact, this very drawing is directly before those cut(s) were inflicted. Do with this information what you will.