White and Static one shots ( THERE IS 18+ CONTENT )

Relapse (Angst - Short )

/ A few trigger warnings before I start this! This will have HEAVY S/H, slight panic attack and substance abuse.
If you get triggered by those, please don't read this. And if you suffer with it, please seek some kind of help. Talk to someone. I know it seems hard, I understand myself. Just please don't let it spiral. /

It was a day when both White and his kids were gone. A silent house. And it would be silent for the next few hours. Static was alone.
He ended up with a bottle of whisky in hand. Something of a "bad habit" he called it. Though everyone knew it was his own coping mechanism that he hasn't been able to ever drop. He had slowed it down because of the kids, but even at points he would be drunk on the floor while they were home.

And here sat Static on the couch, the already 2 added bottles of Whisky on the coffee table. Another one in hand. He knew he had to break the habit, but the burn always felt so great. He loved the burn of his throat to the small amounts of salt in the alcohol. He would never tell White about it,, always having a stash of the salty drink. White always having Static's health on the top priority, getting wine, no salt. Nothing with salt.

Static drank till he saw the walls spin, his fingertips warm, and goosebumps on his arm. Tasting the burn go down his throat., the feeling of it gave him the spark he needed. The kick he wanted. Something to distract. The quiet too loud.

Static stood up with a groan, his mouth burning. His throat raw from the burn. He checked the time as he grabbed the bottles, his wings popping out of his back as he shoved the empty bottles into his grey feathers. Cleaning up what he had done.

And when it was clean, that's when it got worse. Static stood there the quiet getting too loud for him too handle. Everything was dizzy. He couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or the loud ringing filling his ears. Static's breath quickened as he held his chest with a cough. Trying to breath. JUST BREATHE,, BREATHE BREATHE, BREATHE BREATHEBREATHEBREATHE!!

And the ringing grew louder. Static stubbles upstairs, a hand holding his throat as he tried to breath, one trying to balance himself going up the stairs, the sound of metal as his mechanical hand glides across the walls. Trying to ground himself. It's wasn't working. He practically slammed himself through the bathroom door, opening the mirror cabinet, trying to find something. Something to get everything to quiet. He needed it to BE QUIET. IT WAS TOO LOUD.

He grabbed his razor out of the cabinet, as he smashed it against the sink. His breathing was loud, short and heavy. He couldn't get a full breath. He had to get air, he needed to breathe. He grabbed the blade from his broken blade as as went to try and cut a way to breath, a hand going to his chest..

"STATIC!" And White was back. Standing at the door way of the bathroom. Eyes wide as he sees Static, standing there with a razor blade about to cut a way to his lungs.. snapping him out of it.

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