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Crying In Your Arms

TW: Angst, suicidal themes and mature language

Eddsworld depressed/suicidal Tom au

Pov: Tom

I'm laying on my mattress that others see it as "a safe place to get their beauty sleep" but not for me I see it as a restless place that I remember everything I'm trying to forget. I'm empty and cold inside and out, no mind to decide all the stupid shit I do, no heart to feel love from others, just nothing. My droopy voids look around my view, my view being my basic ass room. I notice that my window is open and the curtins sway from the breeze wiring into the room. I shiver as the wind whips my bare arms.

Knowing I probably should colse the window makes me want to open it even more then it all ready is. I could freeze to death for all I care. As I question pops up into my mind "What's the time?" I reach over for my phone. Once I've felt the familiar object in my head I tilt to face my face on press the home button my "eyes" flinch as the brightness of the piece of technology dimly light up the room. 1:21 am the screen reads I let out a sof groun "Ughh..." Swing my legs around to the other side of the bed and lift myself up out of bed. I drag myself around my room until I find my way to the bathroom.

I flick the light switch on and light bulb immediately flashes the room full of light. I begin to blink ferociously until my voids get use to the light. Once my they are used to the light I turn to the mirror oh what a great thing to use but what a horrible person to use it. I think, I let out a small pathetic laugh "Heh..." I stare at myself in the mirror all most expecting it to shatter into millions of pieces at just the sight of me. I hate looking at myself yet I find myself staring into the mirror all the time. Same concept with all ways being tired yet never being capable to fall asleep. I let out another sad sigh once again. I gently turn over arm cautiously, as I glare at the deep ugly scars that cover from finger tips to elbows.

The empty holes in my face scan the bathroom for a certain object I'm hoping to find. My voids land on a knife shimmering from the light in the room. I walk towards the sharp object and grab it at the handle.

I share glances between the mirror and the knife as I swallow the lump in my throat. I was scared. Why was I even scared? I'm scared of many things but hurting myself was never one of them. I all ways do this I shouldn't be scared.

I shouldn't be scared

I shouldn't be scared

I shouldn't be scared

The voices became louder and louder as they got angrier and angrier.

I shouldn't be scared

I shouldn't be scared

I shouldn't be scared

JUST DO IT!

"J-just do i-it...?" I squeak as if my own voice was going to scare me. Just do it. I repeat more clearly in my mind. I gulp down my all of mixed and unknown emotions in one go. I tighten my grip on the handle of the knife. I lay out my arm infont of me and swing the knife at it. The stinging sensation had begun as icky blood oozes out of my arm.

I do it again

And again

And again

And again

And again

I cut and cut until my arm is full cuts. Now for the other arm. My shaky hands swap the knife to the other.