Arcane one-shorts

Maybe people do care(jinx)

Trigger warnings:
Self harm (very graphic)
Blood
Negative thoughts/suicidal tendencies
Suicidal attempt

Authors note:
If you seriously believe vi and jinx are anything sexual in this then you are disgusting. This is just sister/sibling love. If you do however think over wise then get off this story.

Jinx's pov:

I chuckle whilst carving out the skin on my arms. I don't know when I started feeling these shimmery hot tears run down my face, but now I'm made self aware.

My body screams loudly. It burns. It burns so violently a part of me screams to let it go. To drop the blade before I bleed out. That maybe vi does still care about me after all these years.

"Pft yeah right." Mylo whispers in my left ear in a raspy voice with intentions of making my body cry out.

I then manically cackle loudly, "sister, sister, sister. Sister who thought I missed her." I fall onto my back and look up with a empty expression on my face. The blood drips down my arms then onto the floor like a waterfull.

"Everything is always her fault. Why bother bringing her around. She ruins everything." Mylo smirks beside me.

Maybe I should just do it. I've done what needs to be done.

I've done what silco wanted me to do.

Now I'm just waiting for death to come round the cornor.

To finally take me away from this torture my body created due to my dumb childhood.

I get up and sway my hips to silco's old desk. I jump onto his chair then I put my feet up. The blood continues to drip down.

Everyone's dead.

Silco's dead. 'My fault. My fault'

Vanders dead. 'My fault. My fault.'

Mylo and claggor dead. 'My fault. My fault.'

Vi and Ekko hate me. 'My fault. My fault.'

I've destroyed everything. Both the undercity and piltover. The world is in corruption because of me. The world is a blaze. On fire. And who's to blame?

"She jinx's every job." Mylo voice makes my body run cold.

There's no reason for me to stay.

No one cares.

No one loves me.

I get a blade and I start to cut my neck. I start choking, seeing my world fade.

What's the point anyway?

4 years after season 1 finale

I quickly sit up, panting. I look around anxiously. Not real. That wasn't real.

Why wasn't that real? I should be dead. I- I deserve to be dead—

Vi immediately wraps her arms around me. I flinch.

"h-huh..?"

"I got you powpow.." my body sinks into her warmth. My big sister's warmth.

I'm finally home.

I cling to her tightly and sob uncontrollably. She rubs my back and kisses my head that is hidden in her shoulder. My scrawny body shakes and trembles in many emotions.

She gently takes my hair and unbraids them so that my hair can breathe. Vi then strokes my hair and massages my scalp delicately like it's the most precious thing in the entire world.

Her fingers play with each strand of hair, the hair that she use to braid every morning as little kids.

I flinch at first but don't say anything at all. All I can think about is one thing;

After everything I did, after everything I destroyed: I got my sister back.

Maybe I was wrong for all them years, maybe she does care..

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~authors note~

If you are struggling with mental health or self harm, there's always someone to talk to. People do care and people would notice if you had disappeared. I know it's cliche but things really do get better. You just got to keep pushing through it because at some point you'll be glad you kept going.

I'm always here for you all if any of you need someone to vent to.

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Also it's up to you if you believe jinx is dead and she's imagining this or if it's real and the start was a dream;D I know so evil of me hehehehe

Either way vi does love her sooo