[Warning: contains angst and maybe some overreaction.]
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(Chris's POV)
"Chris?"
I only half-heard Alan's alarmed voice as the leathery hilt of a dagger materialized in my hands. Mentally preparing myself, I drew in a shaky breath and slid my arm forward until the point was resting against my throat.
One, two, th—
"Chris!"
I felt a sharp line of pain rake itself along my skin, closed my eyes and thrust my hand forward in instinct. But instead of the feeling of cold metal and immediate dizziness from major blood outpour, the blunt front of my clenched fist collided with my neck, drawing a surprised sound from myself. "Uhh...w-what?"
"Christopher Comstock."
A shudder rippled itself down my spine at the deadly whisper of Alan.
"Yes?" I answered timidly, not daring to open my eyes.
"Tell me that you did not just try to slit your own throat."
The crystal-clear click of steel colliding with the ground. His tight voice, his fists slowly balling on my stomach, and that dangerous lava that boiled under his deadly calmness.
I gulped, not daring to move an inch.
"Answer me!" he ordered, black fury in his command.
"Y-yes..." My lips trembled.
The aftershock of what I just attempted was starting to catch up on me. I could feel cold sweat beading on my forehead but I didn't dare to wipe them.
"Yes...Yes, I just tried to kill myself." I elaborated with a shaky breath, peeking through a crack in my eyelids.
"Look at me Comstock."
I shakingly opened my eyes to meet his piercing ice-blue gaze. He reached out his hands, gripped my shoulders in a firm grasp, and shook them lightly.
"Tell me why," he demanded, voice heavy with authority. I breathed out tremblingly and shifted my gaze away. I didn't want to indulge in those painful memories again.
Silence. And then—
"Chris!" He exploded in a shout, forcefully grabbing my chin and turning it towards him, "You just wanted to commit suicide and would've succeeded if I hadn't ripped the knife away, for god's sake I'm your fucking partner tell me why!"
Something sizzled and broke inside me at his touch. The way that he pulled my face towards him and screamed at me furiously and demanded an explanation—
It was so, so like him.
Him, who shackled me with chains and hung me from the ceiling. Him, who terrified, crushed and tortured me until I was desperate for self-slaughter.
The next thing I know I had shot straight out of bed and sprinted straight for the door. I felt the painful yanking of needles out of my arm but I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of here.
Just get out of here, get out of here, get out of here!
The chant inside my head pounded along with my frantic footsteps and breathing as I rushed headlong down the hallway, not even giving a shit about my bloody, shredded clothing. I guess they just didn't have time to change it, they were too busy saving me.
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