White and Static one shots ( THERE IS 18+ CONTENT )

Memories ( Angst )

While White and the kids were gone, Static was sitting down in the living room. He wasn't feeling too good today, his brain felt fuzzy. He just didn't feel right in his own body.

Static groaned as he stood up holding his head, walking up stairs to his bedroom, while he walked past the hallway he saw something at the end of the hallway— He knew he was home alone so he ran into his room and locked the door.

Static hid behind the bed panicking, that thing looked familiar.. Static shook his head, trying to calm himself down, didn't work very well.
He would tear up, he felt his skin burning from the salt.. What was wrong with him today?

He wanted a hug, he wanted White to come back, but then again.. He felt like a burden to him. He raised his knees up to his chest and started to just sob, he was always a fucking cry baby.
He stayed crying there for a few hours, reliving every terrible thing he did.. everything THEY did. He blamed himself, and only himself.

Maybe.. Maybe if he was dead.. Then his family won't have to deal with everything- He shook his head, no he couldn't think like that! They would be sad if he was gone... right?

Static stood up holding himself, walking to the door. He unlocked it slowly, remembering what was at the end of the hall. He would breathe in, then exhaled. He opened the door slowly, peaking his head around. Nothing. He was fine.

Static would walk down the hall to the bathroom, he needed to take those.. meds. His brain wasn't being compliant anymore. He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, he walked to the sink and opened the mirror grabbing his meds, then closed it. Then he would get some specific ones out of his wings.. He couldn't show white.

As soon as he looked back.. He didn't see himself in the mirror,, no it was HIM.
Lorance looked at Static from the mirror with an evil grin on his face.

Static panicked, walking slowly against the wall, no it can't be him— he was DEAD he had to be. He couldn't- he wasn't HIM it couldn't be—

He looked at the mirror in fear, as he slowly fell  to the ground him sliding down the wall. He slowly started to breathe heavily.

Static looked up from the ground looking at Lorance in the mirror.

" No.. No NO NO NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! "
Static yelled holding his head, tears flowing down his cheek. He hated who he used to be and now has to deal with whatever HE did.

He hated this feeling, he felt powerless, he couldn't do anything. He felt like shit, everything he did. It was his fault. He did this. He hurt everybody-

He just hid his head in his knees, holding them up to his chest he just cried to himself while Lorance just told him everything he did, everything THEY did. And how it was all his fault.

Finally Static snapped, he stood up and punched the fucking mirror " SHUT THE FUCK UP " He yelled as the mirror shattered. He stared at himself, it was just him in the shattered mirror. He would just start sobbing, what was going on with him, why did he have to remember all of this! He didn't want to remember it!!

He just took his meds and sat on the ground for another few hours, crying to himself. He really did just hate himself. He felt guilt for things he didn't even do, he felt guilt of this he could've stopped- he did so much terrible things and he doesn't understand why everyone is forgiving him.

Why.

End - one shot #6