purely platonic [slime x mariana]

WHY AM I NOT DEAD

**Major trigger warning suicide and other mental problems. U have been warned**

I woke up to sobbing. I peeked my eyes open and saw someone, I saw Mariana. This didn't make any sense. I should be dead. Why the fuck am I not dead? WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT DEAD? I sat up and startled Mariana. He looked like shit, his hair was messy and he wasn't wearing any pants. "Slime!" Mariana yelled as he flung himself onto me.

"Mariana, why am I alive," I asked shakily.

"Slime-" he paused  "¿por qué? ¿POR QUÉ INTENTASTE SUICIDARTE?" He yelled.

I flinched, I didn't know this would happen, I said, " I thought it would bring back Flipa. If I killed myself then Flipa would be back. And you and Foolish would be happy."

He looked at me in disbelief.  "Slime, do you still think that me and Foolish are dating," he asked stunned.

I was confused, I asked," but- but I saw yall kiss."

He looked at me confused, "Slime we never kissed," he said.

I looked back down at my hands. I was so fucking dumb. Why did I do this? Tears started to stream down my face and onto the blanket. Mariana hugged me tightly and kept muttering that it was all going to be ok. But was it? Was it going to be ok?

I choked out, "Mariana I'm sorry. I'm so fuckibg sorry for being a fuck up."

He looked at me and sadly said,"Slime you are not a fuck up. You made a mistake, you couldn't help it."

"I KILLED A FUCKING KID!" I yelled.

I gripped the sheets with my dear life. I needed him to not love me, I needed him to be safe. "Get out Mariana, please," I said as my voice betrayed me.

He nodded. I didn't look up until I heard the door slam shut. I got up from the bed and walked to the small bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw how fucking shity I looked.

I pulled my hands up and put my fists against the mirror. Then I punched it. I punched the mirror until I couldn't. It hurt like a bitch, but I didn't care. I walked back into the bedroom with blood driving from my knuckles. I grabbed the chair that Mariana had sat on, and I threw it at the door. It shattered into tiny splinters as it collided with the wooden door.

I heard screaming, but I soon realized that it was me. I screamed until my throat was red and dry. I clawed at my skin. It was too tight, it had to come off.

I curled into the fetal position and cried even more. This was all so fucked.

**Note**

Thank you sm for like 180 reads! This chapter was really short so I'm srry about that but I've had some stuff going on:) I wanted to get this chapter out before tm!