CORPSE | one - shots

No. 10 | Blue Side

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING. THIS STORY PART SPEAKS HEAVILY ON SUICIDE AND SELF HARM. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE READING ABOUT THESE TOPICS THEN PLEASE SKIP OVER THIS PART. A NEW ONE WILL BE OUT SHORTLY SO YOU CAN ENJOY THAT INSTEAD. THANK YOU. ❤️

"This sucks... this really sucks."

I cried to myself out of pity.

Empty.

It was all I ever felt nowadays.

I was getting tired of it.

"Hey, corpse." I whispered in a very hoarse voice as he entered my bedroom.

We had been roommates for about two years now and this was something he always did around this time of day. Just to check on me.

"Hey, Y/n. I'm ordering Oakridge, do you want anything?" He asked with a smile on my face after mentioning my favorite restaurant.

I slowly shook my head and made sure I was keeping my face almost completely out of sight so he wouldn't ask me why I had been crying.

"No? You alright?" He asked as he came inside of the room closer.

I scooted farther underneath my sheets and watched in horror as he walked closer towards me.

"Why are yo- holy fuck. Y/n!!!" He screamed as he saw my off-white coloured bedsheets turning bright red around where my arms were holding it up and where my thighs were layed.

He looked at me for confirmation before he gently pulled my blankets away from my body.

"Y/n...." He said as tears filled his eyes and emptied out of my own.

He looked at my cut up body in horror before kneeling down beside of me and putting his head on my bed.

"Can we please talk about this....?" He asked after a few minutes.

He looked up at my face and saw that I was practically emotionless. You wouldn't even know there was anything wrong with me if I hadn't been gushing out tears.

I slowly shook my head and looked down at my own body.

Ugly.

I felt nothing but ugly.

Why. Why did I have to feel this way? It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair anymore.

"Just please let me know if you need absolutely anything. I mean it. I know it's always been very hard for you to talk to people and all that so I won't push you to talk with me about this situation."

"But please give me some sort of insight sometime soon, Y/n. This isn't good for you. I'm sure you know that." I nodded my head along with all the things that he was saying even though in reality I had completely blocked him out.

He had been my best friend for almost 11 years now. I didn't want t burden him with any of my personal issues.

I had already put him through enough. It sucked even more that he had his own things he was going through. I was just making him set himself aside and focus on me.

I'm a fucking bitch. Nothing besides it.

"I'm gonna clean up." I whispered to myself, getting tired of him looking at my body.