Tissues x Yin-Yang - i am glued to the love in you (in you)

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A/N

i know you've been waiting for this
and i know i said i was on break
but anyway-
part two to 'touch me, i scream'!
i won't delay too much :>

!!WARNING!!

This oneshot contains:

A hospital setting

Needles, drips, medical stuff like that

Self-harm

Suicidal thoughts

Attempted Suicide

Loneliness

Mental breakdowns/ Panic attacks

Death (THIS ISN'T YIN-YANG, TISSUES, CANDLE OR ANY OF THOSE PEOPLE I PROMISE!!!!)

Physical Assault


3rd POV

"Yang, what are you doing?"

Yang held the shining blade against their arm as an unscrewed sharpener sat beside them on the bed.

"Giving myself the punishment they won't."

One cut.

"Yang stop!"

Two cuts.

"Yang, please don't do this!"

Five cuts.

"Yang, please!""

Ten cuts.

"Yang..."

It was a blood-streaked night. Yin stopped trying to persuade Yang after a long period of time, letting his brother do what he wished with their shared body. The latter let up after an hour or two. He was simply too tired to continue.

Months passed. The sting of the cuts became addicting. Yin began to indulge in the harmful habit too, occasionally.

It was after a really bad day that everything fell apart.

"Yin, what are you doing?"

"Mama's gonna be home in an hour."

Yin-Yang moved to sit on their bed.

"What do you mean?"

Yin delicately lifted a sharpened knife, running their hand over the blunter edge.

"I want to be dead before then."

Yin-Yang remained still, their hand resting on the discoloured blade.

"..."

Yang wanted to reassure his brother and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but that would've been hypocritical. Ever since the bullying started at school, things had been so, so hard on both of them. Yang wished that he could be a normal brother,

"...Okay."

But god was he selfish.

He was the bad guy – he didn't get a choice. It was always Yin and Yang; Yin was good and Yang was bad. Yin always got what he wanted; Yang was just lucky that this was something he wanted for once.

Yin adjusted his tightened grip on the black handle.

"Good."

He chuckled a little, which worried Yang.

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