Warnings: Blood, suicidal thoughts, self harm, razors, mentions of Vodka, mention of death
Includes: My oc Arson- whos a chaotic fuck
Type: angst, no comfort
Song: What the Hell Happened by Ked
sorry not sorry!
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~Third POV~
Vodka disguised as water in her bottle on her desk
Blacked out in the girl's bathroom, missing her math test
She wasn't always like this, so what the hell happened?
I tried to express my concern, but she just started laughing
They stared blankly at the wall, their thoughts racing. 'Do they care? Why try? Your a burden no matter what. Just end it, it wont matter.' Arson blinked back into reality, their thoughts quieting until they get lost in them again. Quietly they got up, attempting to make no sound as they walked to the bathroom. Once they got into the room they locked the door and then opened the bottom drawer, revealing a bunch of razors.
She used to care, she used to try, she used to get good grades
The marker she used to draw on herself with turned to blades
Sex with random guys in the back of their cars
Walking back homе in the cold, alone in the dark
They grabbed a razor, the razor having a pink stain on it. Arson brought it to their skin, pressing down and dragging it across their exposed wrist. The voices in their head quieted even more, being pleased with the cutting of skin. Blood oozed out of the cut caused the by razor. Sighing in deeply, they repeated the movement a few more times until both of their wrists were covered in cuts and blood.
Shе wasn't always like this, so what the hell happened?
Whenever I express my concern, she starts laughing
I wanna know how you're supposed to help someone
Who doesn't want your help 'cause they think their life is done
''Fuck,'' Arson cussed out. Putting the razor down, they grabbed paper towels and a roll of bandages. They turned on the faucet, letting the water run for a bit before sticking their right wrist under the water to get off most of the blood. Hissing slightly from the pain, they pulled their wrist back from under the water. Quietly they pressed the paper towels to the cuts, letting them soak up the rest of the blood on that wrist. They then started to wrap the bandages around their cuts, hissing again at the contact.
Moved away from her hometown many years ago
I wonder how she's doing now, I truly wanna know
Is she doing better? Has she fixed her harmful ways?
Or is she underground, laying lifeless in her grave?
Silently, Arson repeated the cleaning and wrapping to their other wrist. Both of their wrists now wrapped in bandages- not like it wasn't normal.
~END~
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again not sorry! I'll fix this when my phone charged :>
~Edited
