Moxxie sat alone at home. Millie was out. She was wanted on a mission, but Blitz didn't want him there. It made sense to him in his head, but it doesn't mean that it hurt him any less. He just wasn't worth the time.
Moxxie sighed as he flicked through the channels, not finding anything good. He got up from the sofa that he had been glued to since Millie left, and went to the kitchen. He started to grab a snack for himself, but stopped mid-way.
He felt too disgusting.
His stomach hurt, but he feverishly trudged back to the sofa. He blinked, starting to do so more and more rapidly, trying his hardest to not cry.
"Stupid shitty job." He muttered, looking towards the ceiling.
He felt utterly useless.
He felt utterly empty.
His face angled upwards, to try to stop the tears, started to be brought down, into his pitiful hands, tears streaming down his face.
Nothing was worth it.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
He found himself walking towards the bathroom. His feet didn't make a sound, though felt as though they were burning on the linoleum floor.
Crying, Moxxie opened the cupboard. After rooting around at the back for a bit, Moxxie produced a razor. Sighing, he knew what he had to do.
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Fanficmoxxie is sad :'( TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING: substance abuse, self harm, abuse, eating disorders, domestic violence, sadness :(( Do not read if it could potentially trigger or upset you. You're happiness means more to me than a stupid stor...
