Random Oneshots

Depressed Reki x Langa

A/N yes ik im obsessed with depressed character things, just shhh and enjoy it.

Reki POV:
"What about the red haired guy"
"Who?"
"Y'know, the one that always follows around Snow like a lost puppy"
"Oh, he's probably just some apprentice or a groupie"

My hand tightens around the coke bottle.

Groupie?
Is that all people know me for? Langa's groupie?
Am I really that much of a nobody to everyone? Hell, even all my friends agree with them.

I can't stand this crowd any more. My once favorite sound of chatter and skateboard wheels against pavement seems too loud.
I need to leave.

Quickly gathering my stuff, I leave silently.

Nobody even cares about me as much as to say goodbye.

I hop on my skateboard, not quite sure exactly where I'm headed to.

Before I know it, my body has landed me at the spot that Langa first did his amazing trick.

Wow.

He's amazing. He's only been skateboarding for a few months, and yet he's way surpassed me.

At this point I can't tell if it's his talent, or my lack thereof, but I'm starting to believe it's the latter.

I need to figure out how to fly as high as he does.
I can't just let myself be left in the dust.

Attempt 1: I don't jump high enough and I'm not braced for my landing, so I take a hard hit to the shoulder.

Attempt 2: I'm still not jumping high enough. I manage to land the board, but end up falling off and hitting my face.

Attempt 3, 4, 5, 6--
The attempts whiz by, and by the time I realize, it's way past my time to go home, and I'm covered in scrapes and bruises. Except for my left arm, which is kind of odd.

I rush home and sneak into my room, trying my best not to attract my mom's attention. She honestly does not need to see me like this.

After putting away my things, I head to the bathroom.
I open the medical cabinet and grab bandages and disinfectant.
The disinfectant burns my scrapes, but at least it's clean, right?

As I start bandaging myself up, a flash of metal catches my eye.
A razor.

As I look at it, thoughte swirl through my head.
"He's probably just some groupie"
"Why are you so proud? Everyone thinks he's better than you, y'know?"
"Wow, Langa is so amazing, but...whos he?"

Langa.

Langa.

Langa.

Nobody seems to acknowledge that I helped him start out. Even him, at some points.

Am I really that forgettable?
Am I really that stupid?
Am I really that weak?
Am I really that untalented?

The thoughts rush through my head faster and faster until a pain suddenly awakens me.

I look down and notice cuts littering my left arm, with a razor in my right hand.

I count them.
51 exactly.

Normally, I would have freaked out and regretted it immediately, but...I kind of like this.
This pain.
It feels so good. It's a pain I can control, as opposed to real life.

I smile a sick, saddened sort of smile.

I wrap up my arm in my typical bandaged style so it's not noticeable.

Time skip

Langa POV:

"Where's Reki?" I ask.
"I don't know, he probably went home or to another park"

My brows knit together.
That's not like him.
He would have said goodbye.

I spend the next few hours looking for Reki, each minute passing feeling like forever.

What if something bad happened to him?
What if he got hit by a car on the way home?
What if he got lost?

Oh god, I can't lose him I-... I think I love him.

But I need to get back home, it's getting dark.

Throughout my dinner I'm lost on thought, and I know my mom can tell, but she decides not to say anything for once.

When I get to bed, I pray that I see him at school tomorrow.
 

A/N Hi!! I'm just gonna make a part two because I'm really tired lol, but pls enjoy this!!