Depressed Dice

After the Battle

⚠️⚠️TW: SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!⚠️⚠️

King Dice's POV
I drove home, gripping the steering wheel tightly despite the burning pain in my hands. I had gotten into a fight with my boss after those stupid cup boys beat the fuck out of me and my fellow employees. He not only hates me more now than ever, but he found out about my cuts.

Good-for-nothing lackey?! After all I did for you, I'm a good-for-nothing lackey?!?" I yelled, staring up at the fur ball I called my boss. "What the hell have you done for me?" He grabbed my arm and yanked it towards himself, "I asked you to deal with 2 little boys and you get the shit beaten out of you! BY TWO FUCKING BOYS!!!" I felt tears streaming down my face, but I was too mad to care. "I don't even know why I hired you, you weak, good-for-nothing bitch." He grabbed his trident and pulled my arm down in front of his chest. "It's time you learned your place, lackey." Inside I was freaking out, knowing that he was about to cut my arm off, but I didn't show it. That is, until he pulled my sleeve down.

"What the fuck...?" Boss whispered, seeing the hundreds of lines across my arm, ranging from small to large, light pink to deep red. I took my arm away from him and pulled my sleeve back up, crying even harder than I was before. "Dice, what's going on? Why are you doing that?" Boss asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. I looked down, and could barely say anything. "I.... um..." I had no idea what to say, "I'm so pathetic that I cut myself due to my own self-hatred?" He'd be even more pissed than he is now. "I'm leaving. We'll talk about this tomorrow." I ran out of his office, voices in my head screaming at me for being so stupid. I went outside and ignored my employees calling out for me.

Once I arrived home, I wanted to run into my bedroom and just cry and cry and cry, but I was stopped by my 9 year old daughter, Rebecca. "Papa, are you okay? You look sad." She asked, a worried look on her face, which made me feel even worse. She's just a child, she shouldn't be so worried. She should be having fun and being a kid, not worrying that one day I'm going to kill myself. "I'm fine, Rebecca. Go to bed, it's late." I said, ruffling her hair before going up to my room. I saw my husband Kevin already asleep. I chuckled and kissed him on his cheek, then went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying my best to ignore the box of r-

Do it. Take one.

"What the hell?" I whispered, looking around for whoever said that.

You idiot. You know I'm only in your head, I've been here for years. Don't waste your time looking for me, just take a blade and slit your wrists, while he's still sleeping.

I tried to ignore the voice, staring at myself in the mirror and fixing any imperfections on me. However, the voice wouldn't shut up, it just taunted me and insulted me, calling me a coward for not doing it and telling me I don't deserve to live. I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed the box of razor blades and took a few out. I just want it to stop, I want everything to stop. Maybe.... no, I couldn't do that to my dear family, especially not the kids. They already lost their mother, they don't need to lose me too. And Kevin, oh, my sweet sweet Kevin. Since we met, he's actually helped me and gave me a few more reasons to keep going.

None of them care about you, they're all just waiting for you to die. Just do it. Do it. DO IT.

I held my hands on the sides of my head as I started to cry, wanting the voice to just shut up. "Fine, if I do it will you just stop?!" I whisper-shouted, rolling up my sleeves.

Maybe, maybe not. Just do it and you'll find out.

I shakily brought the blade to my wrists, tears and mascara running down my face. I dragged the blade across my left wrist multiple times, watching the blood pool out of each cut. I moved to my right wrist and did the same thing, my vision starting to blur due to the tears and dizziness. I then fell onto the ground, black dots covering my vision as I bled out. Eventually I passed out shortly after hearing the bathroom door open and my name being called out.