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hope you're okay.

TW: suicide, panic attacks, guilt, crying, blood, pills, self-harm, hospital descriptions/ care descriptions, bullying, stress, overdosing, eating disorder, anxiety, suicide notes, underweight

i would just like to say DO NOT read this or proceed with caution if your suffer from self harm or suicide cause this has huge suicide topic in it and descriptive self harm.

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karl pov: ( very short one its mainly gonna be quackity, schlatt, sapnap, and karl )

" turn in this driveway," i said as clay turned the car. " when are you guys getting your licencs" he said parking and turning to car into park. " next week" i replied. " never im color blind i cant see red or green," george said. " bye guys " i smiled and waved as i slammed the car door so it would shut. i walk to the door and him and george pull out of the drive way. i knock on the door as i here shuffling coming to the door. it had been 2-3 hours since i last talked to him so he was awake. i heard the door unlock and it open to see a alex in some basket ball shorts and a t shirt. " hey bud" i said walking in and hugging him. he hugged back. " you feeling better" he noddes. i kiss him on the cheek and i slip my shoes off. i notice multipul different letters on the table but i ignore it. i walk to the bed room to look for some clothes. i smile to myself happy that hes feeling better.

quackity pov:

i smiled as karl walked into the bed rom cause he takes a little so i had some time to read over the notes. i grabbed to first one which was karl. i heard my phone buzz on the table as i was about to start reading. i sat down the note as i read the message on the screen.

grog <3 sent a message at 3:20 PM

alex are you okay? i just got info about your life before being with schlatt.

i looked at the message that was shown on screen, i havent even told karl, only schlatt knew, karls gonna be pissed. i put down my phone and looked at the letters

set the papers down, I don't feel like going through the rest of them. I just feel like I want to end it. And that's what's gonna happen. everyone knew, everyone. i heard to door creek as i flipped them upside down. " hey alex are you hungry? you didnt get lunch, i could go to a place and get food? i mean the closest place with good food in down the street so i could walk there." perfect. " yeah i didnt have lunch im starving" i said turning over and smiling. i gave him some money and he smiled. " leave to door unlocked ill be back in 10 or 15 minutes." he said slipping his crocs on and walking out. i grabbed the letters and walked to the bathroom

TW: Overdosing, self harm, suicide

I was ready. Ive never been more ready for something in my life. I grabbed the blade, holding it tight in my hand. I started out slow, not doing deep ones, just a little cut to feel something, I took the blade in my right hand, gripping it tightly. I looked at my canvas of an arm, old scars everywhere. Torn apart. Ready to be nothing. I took it and slashed it across my skin. Not deep enough to kill me. Just deep enough to see my blood pour out. It oozed out of the freshly cut wound, pouring onto my hands, going to my fingertips, and dripping onto the carpet.

I went blank, I definitely felt it, but at the same time I didn't. I just feel numb. Dead, but not. I feel angry, I want to feel it, I want to feel the pain, I want to suffer. I grip the blade harder than before. And slash as hard as I can across my arm

I quickly realized that that was the cut, that's the one that's gonna make me bleed out. I grip the razor in my left hand now, and slash it across my right arm. Its weaker then the one across my left arm, but still deep enough.