CONTENT WARNING: suicide attempt.
Read at your own risk <3
I had just gotten out of my bathtub and come to the main part of my bedroom.
On the desk lay a note.
Had blitzy left it for me?
I picked up the note and unfolded it.
The fine piece of paper read-
"Dear dad, I am so sorry for what I am about to do. If you are reading this, chances are that I am already dead. I want you to know that none of this is your fault."
The princess had been planning for months to kill herself at any chance she had gotten.
Stolas opens the note and reads it in full. His eyes go wide, and his heart races. Tears begin to stream down his face. He drops the note after reading it and runs down the corridor to her room, and then in he kicks the door open, shouting for his Owlette. He looks at her, his feathers are on end, and he's clearly distraught.
"Octavia!"
The girl sat facing away from the door. In her hand was a bloody razor blade. Her arms drip black ebony blood into a puddle on the floor.
"Dad, don't look at me."
"Octavia!"
He gasps and runs to her side, taking the blade from her and throwing it to the floor.
"Octavia... My Owlette, my darling... What has happened?"
He picks her up and holds her against his chest with his arms wrapped around her, crying into her shoulder.
The teen froze, unable to move or speak. Her arms stung where the cuts were. She had fallen completely numb to the world.
He holds her in his arms, crying into her shoulder. He runs a hand through her hair, comforting her, his heart in his throat, he doesn't know what has come over her.
"My darling owlette... What has happened?"
"I'm getting blood on your clothes."
She said, obviously avoiding the question.
"My darling, it doesn't matter. I would gladly ruin my clothes just for your sake. But you have to tell me, what has happened? You must tell me, darling... I can not bear to see you like this..."
He pulls back slightly, looking into her eyes, waiting to see her reaction, hoping beyond hope that she speaks to him and explains to him what has occurred that brought her to this state.
With a monotone voice, she spoke.
"I want to die."
All the life in his eyes disappears, and he looks at her with an expression of shock and despair. Her words fall onto him like a weight, and he can't quite believe it until he speaks with a quivering voice.
"Why, my darling? Why do you want it to end?"
His arms wrap around her. She can feel a heartbeat from his chest in her ears. He's shaking, and tears continue to stream from his eyes.
"My darling, why?"
"I can't tell you. I'm sorry."
She spoke, her voice flat and emotionless.
"My darling, why can you not say?"
He holds her tight and looks into her eyes. She's not blinking, and she speaks with a coldness he's never heard her speak with before. He can't bear the thought of her being upset beyond being able to handle, so he wants to press her for an answer. But at the same time, is it the right thing to do? Is it respecting her wishes by not pressing for an answer?
