Baby blue short stories

the depressed human (WillDip) 1

Tw: depression, selfhate, selfharm, suicide

PoV Will
I watched my master Mason carefully, but it felt like watching a stranger.

I wondered if Master Stanford had hit him again...

"What you staring at?", He suddenly barked at me.

I looked up sadly.

"Master, are you alright?", I asked.

"Why would you care, slave?", He barked again.

"I don't know, I just do. If there's anything I can do for you-", I started, but he cut me off:

"Don't say that. Just don't. Geez, you're always so nice.", He muttered.

"It's his job.", Mistress suddenly said from behind me,digging her nails into my shoulder.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth slightly.

"Come on, William. I want to have a little chat with you in the basement.", my mistress claimed.

"Yes, madam.", I sighed, then went with her.

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"Master? I was wondering if I could clean Master Masons bathroom.", I said as I looked up at the man that had enslaved me.

"Why don't you ask him?",  Stanford questioned.

"I did."

"...and?"

"He said I couldn't.", I admitted.

Stanford met my gaze with a cold stern one.

"Why do you want to clean it so badly?", he asked.

I told him: "Master Mason has been acting strange lately. He's more distant than usual. He's just as mean to me, but now it seems more like he's shielding himself instead of attacking me. I'm really worried."

"That does not answer my question. Honestly, why do you talk so much?", he ran a hand through my hair.

"I...it's summer. I haven't seen him wear short sleeves and you know how easily he gets hot...", I stammered.

Stanford pulled his hand away and chuckled.

"William, Mason does not hurt himself. Gleefulls don't do things like that, we don't have the necessary feelings.", he said. Then he dismissed me, saying that I could clean the bathroom if I really wanted to prove him right.

I got everything I needed and started cleaning.

"Seriously? You really think you'd find something in here?", I suddenly heard Mason ask from the doorframe.

"So there is something to find somewhere else?", I mumbled. Mason huffed.

"Get lost, demon. You shouldn't even be the one to care. You don't like me.", he then added.

"What gave you that impression?" , I asked, shocked. Then I collected my cleaning utensils off the floor and turned to face him.

The young man looked awful, like he hadn't slept in days. He was holding a can of some Energy drink and he took a sip when I had come a bit closer.

"I care about you, master. I don't want you to suffer.", I told him, then:"if you need someone to talk, I'm not hard to find."

I walked to the door, but suddenly he grabbed my shoulder.

I froze, immediately frightened. Did I take it to far? Was he mad?

Master turned me around and suddenly he wrapped his arms around me. I was to stunned to speak.

"I'm sorry. For everything, ever. I'm sorry.", he spoke with a strained voice.

Then he pulled away and pushed me out the door. He closed it behind me and left me puzzled.