camilo angst one-shots

It's just a little pain:

It's just a little pain:

(tw: SH)

Camilo scrapped his hand across a cactus, it was just a little pain.

Camilo crushed his hand lifting up a house, as Luisa, it's just a little pain.

Camio burnt his other hand helping his aunt cook, it's just a little pain.

Camilo was yelled at for not doing his chores quick enough, he's just a little sad.

Camilo was insulted after accidentally stepping on one of Isabella's flowers, he's just a little sad.

Camilo feels useless on a daily, he's just a little sad.

The problem was that Camilo was becoming in a way addicted to the pain, the physical pain that is, the young shapeshifter was convinced that emotions were there to be ignored so the mental pain the boy felt was pushed rather far down.

Despite not wanting to be Camilo had found himself being quite the hypocrite, he would always preach happiness and self-love but didn't take the time to seek such things for himself.

If anyone had told the 15-year-old two years ago that he'd be a secretly depressed self-harmer, he most likely wouldn't have believed them yet here he was purposely putting himself in situations where he could hurt himself without suspicion.

he had been dubbed a simply clumsy person and no one ever questioned it, why would they Camilo was a ray of bloody sunshine after all right, wrong.

The self-harm started as simply taking on more dangerous tasks and hurting himself on purpose but eventually, that wasn't enough to satisfy his need for the pain and his infatuation with watching a line of thick crimson liquid poor from whatever injury he'd obtained.

Not only had the boy become a hypocrite, but he was also a liar and a thief.

Whenever someone noticed an injury on the boy he'd lie, say he hadn't noticed it and wasn't sure how it happened, usually cracking a joke to lighten the mood.

One day Camilo was in his parent's bathroom after being given permission to take some spare toothpaste but it wasn't the toothpaste that caught the boy's eye it was the flat yet Sharpe piece of metal, Camilo picked up the blade tilting it side to side enjoying watching the light reflect off of it.

The Charmelon-like boy pocketed the razor blade officially stealing from his father.

Camilo had had the blade for at least a week before he actually used it, but after he made the first line on his skin he didn't stop

One.

Two.

Three.

Four

twenty .

Camilo had made ten horizontal cuts on either side of his torso within sixteen minutes and for some reason, for the first time in two years, the boy felt at peace.

No one found out about Camilo's habit, not until three years after it started.

Camilo now 18 had finally cut too deep, causing him to bleed out and pass away.

Eight-year-old Antonio was the one to find him, dead on his bedroom floor, leaving the young animal lover absolutely traumatised.

The entire family blamed themselves for Camilo's death, none of them had noticed just how bad Camilo's mental state had gotten.

In his last year the teenager had become quiet and reserved, the boy barely ate, and everyone just assumed it was the boy finally going through the dreaded angsty teenager phase and never thought much of it.