√ [discontinued] baggage | corpse husband

14; comfort place

DISCLAIMER: DEPRESSING AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AHEAD

Charlie rested her head against her knees in despair. It wouldn't stop.

Sure, she had stopped crying a while ago, but it was so much deeper then that.

Lily and William had stopped knocking on her bedroom door a while ago, Imane and Thomas leaving the house with the others to give Charlie her privacy.

And a while ago, Charlie had finally left; but she'd gone right back to the source of her panic, the computer.

The dark brunette scrolled through the feed on her twitter accounts, numb. The whole point of being faceless was to, to to have fun. Not to get back into the ugly face of popularity.

Because Charlie could only see the toxic comments, most on her Astrid one, and even some on her wildcard one.

"Who does she think she is, insulting Felix and Sean?"

"She's so bad at this game. Luck won't get you anywhere, sweetheart."

"Who is she? And why do we care?"

"Just another insecure teenager."

"Faceless YouTubers are so overrated."

And then, Callan's interview that'd blew up wasn't really helping matters. Poor Peter, he'd already had to hire three lawyers to fight back.

Charlie wasn't naive as many thought she was, it was simply a persona to keep up. Safety was the most important thing to be in the dangerous world it was.

And the panic attack she was experiencing? There was no persona to keep away.

Charlie stepped out of the chair again, a tear threatening to escape her eyelids.

She grabbed her phone shakily, and staggered into her bed, pulling the covers over her head in a pathetic attempt to garner warmth from her sheets.

She was pathetic, wasn't she? Even when she expressed herself through her music, no one cared. She couldn't even keep a career for three years properly.

'I should just kill myself' The teary-eyed girl thought bitterly.

Charlie stared at her wrists with a newfound interest. Maybe, maybe she could.

It felt like the world was crashing down on her. Nothing was going right, and why not? Charlie wasn't anything special.

It would certainly relieve her, make everything easier. No one would have to deal with her, and she could finally rest easy.

'ding'

Charlie stared at her phone warily. The sound rang throughout the room in waves, and she slowly opened it up, only to find a Twitter DM from none other then her own idol, Corpse Husband.

It was a bit unorthodox, actually, how Charlie got to know his music. Earlier that year, Thomas had emailed her a link to iTunes, a playlist labeled, 'S.I.M.P'

Of course, Charlie had clicked on it, her interest at it's peak once she listened to the heavy music with the bass voice that still seemed to hit high notes easily.

And that was how her love for that genre of music grew, slowly at first but running to speed.

So Charlie wiped her face with a sweater paw, and read the solitary message that stood out from the dark room.

CORPSE_HUSBAND

CORPSE: hi charlie read

Charlie stared at her phone with analyzing eyes, because it was the first time someone other then her oftv friends had texted her, asking how she was.

How was she? Not that good.

CORPSE_HUSBAND

CHARLIE: hi delivered

Charlie sighed, and was about to burrow back into her pillow, when another resounding 'ding' sounded throughout the room. Once again.

This guy was either really nice or a weirdo. Why would anyone text her?

She was ugly, and stupid, and worthless. Nothing.

TESSA SPEAKS!

if you guys want to know more about me, go to my book 'tagged' and ig just read it if you want to.

oh and sorry for the depressing chapter again. wow i'm so happy these days. once i feel worse, i'll rewrite charlie's panic attack, but for now it's like this.

what are your thoughts on char wanting to kill herself? and do you like her, sykkuno, and Imane's bond, as well as the rest of oftv?

and no, i'm not feeling well. hope you are, though.

stream drivers license, because that's literally how i'm feeling rn.

vote if you want to. do comment though, you guys make me smile.

love you. have some water for me, okay?