Forever in Music// Dnf

8.

AN: This chapter is going to be in Sapnap's POV, so be prepared. Also, might be a short chapter, sorry.

TW: Self-harm, Angst, Suicide, Death

Memories flashed in his mind. Him and his best friend playing together on a playground at school, baking muffins together with their friend Niki, camping in his backyard. Telling ghost stories, and roasting marshmallows. He looked in the mirror, bags under his eyes, and his vision blurred. He took a breath. Then another. He ran his hand through his hair, unwashed, and unbrushed. He put his hand on the wall and leaned his head down.

A minute later, he looked up, at his hand. Black nail polish shining in the white bathroom light. He thought about his other best friends. Karl and Quackity. They all painted their nails together with Bad just two weeks ago. What had happened. What went wrong? He had lost 3 of his best friends in the past week. First Bad. Then Karl and Quackity.

He should've picked up the phone. He should've been there. He should've gone with them. But he was too caught up missing Bad, he turned them down. They had offered to bring him along on a road trip, to take his mind off of Bad. But he didn't want to go. And, he shouted at Karl. Then, Quackity had gotten angry, and Karl had to stop them before they started throwing punches.

He was an idiot. An idiot. They had left the house, angry at each other. Then, they left. He didn't say goodbye, he didn't say anything. About two hours later, Karl called him. He didn't answer. So, Karl left a voicemail. Sap didn't listen to it till an hour later. He tried to call Karl back, but it rang and went to voicemail. Then, Sapnap listened to the voicemail Karl left.

"I'm sorry. And I know you are too. You don't have to say it, I just want you to know, Quackity and I love you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to u-" Then a crash, a scream, the sound of glass breaking, and breathing. Then no breathing, and silence.

Sapnap's mind immediately got worried, and he turned on the news. Terrified, he listened in.

"And now, two men who have been announced dead after losing control of their car and driving off the edge of a mountain. Anyone who-" The TV muted. Tears rolled down Sapnap's cheeks. As the camera showed the wreck. Sapnap turned off the TV and ran upstairs. He didn't come out of his room for days. Now, it wasn't just Bad he was missing. It was the love of his life. The love-s of his life.

He took his hand off of the wall and stared at his reflection. Why was he such a fucking idiot. Why didn't he pick up the goddamn phone. He opened a drawer under the sink. Looking for something then- he grabbed a pair of scissors and a small knife. He set them both on the sink and walked out of the bathroom.

First he went to the front door and back door. Locking them both. Then he went to his room, grabbing his phone which was sitting on his desk. He walked to the bathroom and called Minx. The only person who would understand. The only person he wanted to talk to. She picked up the phone.

"Hey! Sap, what's up I-" She started

"They're gone." Minx didn't talk. "They're fucking gone."

"Who-?" She whispered.

"Karl and Quackity." Minx caught her breath. Then, Sapnap yelled. "THEY'RE FUCKING GONE AND THE LAST THING I SAID TO THEM WAS I NEVER WANTED TO HEAR THEIR VOICES EVER AGAIN!" Sapnap's tears flooded out of his eyes.

"I'm coming over." Minx said. The sound of her walking around and putting on a coat came from her side of the line

"No. Don't. I'm not going to be here when you come over." Minx stopped.

"Sap.. What do you mean?" Minx's breathing stopped for a second, then resumed.

"Don't come over. I'm leaving. I just want to be with them. I want to see Karl's smile, and hear Bad's laugh, and feel Quackity's warm hugs." Minx froze on the other line.

"No- Sap, dying isn't the only option you still-" She tried

"NO! I've made up my mind. I want to say sorry. But first, I want to tell you sorry. Don't be sad. It was my day anyway." Sapnap smiled

"Sapnap, No!!" She screamed, but it didn't matter. Sapnap had hung up the phone. He knew she would come over to try and stop him. But it wouldn't matter. He would be dead by then.

TW: Self-harm, Death, skip this part if you want, or if you need to. I'll put a sign when it is over

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He picked up the knife, and closed his eyes. He touched the blade to his arm, slowly pushing down, and dragging the knife across his arm. Blood spilled out. Dripping down onto the white bathroom floor. He switched the knife to the opposite hand, and cut down his other arm. Smiling, he pressed the knife deep against his wrist, cutting a little less than half a centimeter deep.

Then, he took off his shirt. He stood there for a minute. Feeling the dark, red blood drip down his arms and fall onto the floor. Then, he started cutting lines across his chest. Some thin, and just barely red. Some centimeter deep, with blood seeping out through the crack in his skin.

Finally, after scars covered his arms and chest. He looked up, his eyes closed. He smiled, as he heard banging on his door.

He held the knife in front of his neck. Looking at it. Then, he pulled it towards himself, at a speed that could embed the knife into his neck. Killing him almost instantly. His hands dropped as he fell to the floor. His head hitting the sink. He smiled and closed his eyes.

"I was never meant to be..." He whispered. As a loud crash happened, and his world went dark for the final time.

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Ok, it's over.

AN: I'm sorry!! I died writing this part. I'm so so sorry. Next chapter will be longer. Remember, go outside, drink water and I <3 you!