𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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So that didn't go as planned at all! 

The door to Alex's apartment slammed shut behind him, the man just standing up against the door as he caught his breath. He had ran all the way back home, afraid of being caught by anyone from that god forsaken place. He turned and locked the door, shutting all the blinds to his windows as per usual as well. Finally, he was safe. As safe as he could get in this hellhole known as Nevada, that is. He walked into his room rather quickly and shut himself inside of it, climbing onto his bed and hiding under his covers to have a mental breakdown. Again. He always kept a box of tissues next to his bed for this entirely.

That whole situation had him more shaken up and just overall traumatized more than he had expected honestly, he didn't want to come close to a situation like that happening ever again. Although, only time will tell what happens. It took a bit of effort for the man to pull himself back up after this episode, but even then he spiraled back into it afterwards. What happened was simple. He stopped crying, the scared and sad sort of feeling turning into one of anger. He got up and sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at the floor and thinking. He did this for a while, thinking of ways to prevent this from happening. He contemplated whether he would try to negotiate things or just straight up murder the man he met today.

Then his mind got cloudier, his thought becoming steadily more hazy as he continued trying to plan things. It got increasingly more difficult to push away the irrational thoughts and violent tendencies he was having. He looked up at the window in front of him, and at the knife or two sticking out of the wall next to it. He added to the number of knives in the wall and threw another one at it. This one going into it deeper than the other two. With that, he stood up and walked to his dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling some things out. Now if this was any normal person, this wouldn't be so bad. But since it's not, and it's Alex, this is a very bad thing. He walked into the bathroom across the hall from his room and flicked on the light.

!! WARNING: SELF HARM, SUICIDE. !!

He threw the box down on the sink in front of him, opening it and staring at the razor blade in his hand. He turned it in his fingers, not taking his eyes off it for a second. He was debating if this would help ease the mental pain this time or not, despite him telling himself that the answer is yes, he was still completely wrong. He sat down somewhere and pulled his jeans up, rolling them up to his hips almost. And then with a blank expression and a numb feeling already spread throughout his mind and body, he traced the cuts from last time with the blade. He went slowly, and gently at first. Until the pain kicked in, causing him to press down harder into his flesh. Blood started to ooze slowly from the wounds, the more of them that were made the more he bled. It eventually started to drip onto the ground, right before he moved onto the other leg.

This time he was fast, that rage that always boils in him taking effect now. This side got worse with the wounds because he was getting out of hand with that damn blade. He didn't stop until he accidentally dropped the razor, staring down at his legs. Look at what you've done, you're a grown man. You shouldn't be acting like some depressed teenager! Just grow up and deal with it already, you're so immature. Instead of these thoughts and voices hurting him and causing a bad reaction, he just started laughing. Maniacally. He picked up the razor he dropped, bringing it up to his neck.

"YOU CAN'T HURT ME IF I'M DEAD!"

Slice.

He had cut his own throat open, blood gushing out and spilling all over the ground in front of him. It hurt like hell, and it was hard to breathe. Not because there was blood in his throat, but because it hurt too much to. Alex had only cut the muscle in his throat, and not done anything too major. He felt himself start to get lightheaded before he fell back against a wall, leaning against t fully. He tried to get a glimpse of how much damage he had done before passing out, getting a good image of just how much blood had come out of him before everything went black.

~Safe to read~

Well, as it turns out, that didn't go according to plan either. It seems as though nothing Alex does goes the way he wants it to, not even the bad things. He woke up in a hospital bed, a nurse or two in the room with him just monitoring him. He was flashbanged with the hospital room lights as he opened his eyes, well this isn't hell! This is worse, a hospital! He looked around, a stinging sort of pain in his neck and his legs. Oh. "Hey-- can one of you--" Of course, him speaking in the first place caught the attention of the women. One of them rushed over and shushed him, cutting him off. "Try not to speak, you're still healing. Do you want to know what happened?" She asked, seems like she deals with this kinda stuff a lot. He nodded in reply, it still hurt to do so though. He sat up as she started to speak again. "One of your neighbors said they heard yelling, and called the cops. We found you in your apartment with a cut in your throat and a lot more on your legs. When you can speak, the officers will come in and ask you some questions, ok?"

He nodded again, reaching up and rubbing his temples from the stress he was dealing with. Everything was going against him right now, but maybe this is a good idea. Maybe if he keeps trying to do things that'll harm him, the world will go against that and help him? That's kind of a fucked up way to look at things, but it sure as hell is worth a shot. It might get him into a better situation, he might be able to live a life that he doesn't hate living. For now however, he just leaned back in the hospital bed and let himself rest. This'll at least give him an excuse to miss work for a little while, and that's a win in his book. Knowing his boss though, she won't accept an attempted and hospitalized suicide as an excuse to miss work, because she's just a bitch like that. He'll have to call her tomorrow about it.

If he keeps himself going until then.