Danger Force Oneshots/incorrect

My reality

TW-Swearing, bad/harmful thoughts, thoughts of S/H and suicide, Self Harm

No powers or anything.

I guess I should say that this whole oneshot is based on personal experience. It's straight from what I've done, what I think and feel, all that from the past 7 years of my life, no sugar coating, just kinda a summed up thing ig.

In this one, Mika and Miles don't get along as well as they do in the show.

In this case, Mika is representing me and Miles is representing my siblings. If you are struggling at all, please don't hesitate to talk to someone or call a helpline. You're worth more than what you think.

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All in Mikas POV

Ever since our grandmas death when I was 7, there's been nonstop fighting between Miles and I. I'm usually the one to start them and I'm the one to get physical and I guess even violent.

I start another fight again. I started it over him putting the extra sandwich bags in the wrong place. I'm way too annoyed and angry for no reason.

"Why are you even pissed off about it? It was one mistake." Miles asks. "I don't give a damn if it was one simple mistake, the extra sandwich bags go above the dryer, it's common fucking sense!" I try not to raise my voice too much. "But still, I forgot okay? Don't need to get so angry." He says. "That's where they always go. Maybe if you used your brain, you'd know that you stupid bitch!" I start to yell a slight bit. "I'm not stupid and I do have a brain." He counters. I get up and walk closer. We argue more and at that point, he gets defensive and starts fighting back which I didn't like.

It got to the point where I was laying my hands on him. He called for mom and dad to stop it and they tried to intervene but I don't listen. I continue to yell, at both Miles and mom and dad, and lay hands on him. It got to the point to where I was threatening to kill him. "I'm gonna fucking kill you." I say. I get no reply but they've heard me say this before. I'm sitting on the stairs when I say that.

(I'm just summing it up cause it's triggering rn ahaha)

Things calm down a bit but I'm still pissed, not at Miles but at myself. I feel ashamed of all that I did but I can't take it back.

It's been a few minutes since I've said or did anything. I decide to get up and get a snack. Miles is in the kitchen too. I grab a package from the fridge but I can't get it open with my hands. I grab a knife and when I do, Miles moves away slightly. It makes me feel worse that my own brother is that scared of me.

'This is what you get for treating him like shit and fighting with him.' It repeats in my mind a few times until I'm at the point where I'm about to cry. But I don't because I can't let him see me cry, I'm supposed to seem tough, scary and brave, I can't let my guard down. I'm also ashamed and full of regret though. I pretend like his moving away doesn't bother me.

I eat my snack quick and run up to my room.

The second that door closes, I'm in tears. I can't help but let my mind take over.  I'm scared, of myself and what I could do. I regret it all and want to tell him how much I love him. I wish I could go back and stop myself.

'You really got to the point of threats, fucking pathetic.'

'I love you. How can you not tell him those 3 simple words?'

'He's so scared of you to the point where if you have anything sharp, he backs away. You raise your hand too fast and he flinches. What the hell is wrong with you?!'