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Why... (maskyXsuicidalreader)

Y/n and masky were friends till the very end. They always spent time together and knew each others deepest secrets, that's how much they trusted each other. Except y/n had one secret she had never told anybody, she is suicidal. She fakes being happy around everybody, even though masks truly is the one person that makes her happy smiling takes so much energy. 

—Y/n's pov—

I was walking down the hallway listening to my music ready to go out on my usual midnight walk, i love the way the stars look and looking for constellations was so cool. I bumped into something or other something. "Hey!? Watch where yo-! Oh hey y/n!" Y/n looks up to see masky extending a hand to help her up. "Hey masky..." i replie getting up with his help. "Goin on a walk?" Masky asks, at this point everybody knows i do this every night. "Yeah..." he nods, me and him make eye contact. 

A pink blush tints my cheek as i can see him tense up and continue looking into my eyes. "Well uh i'm gonna go..." i say breaking the eye contact. "Oh uh... yeah ok..." masky looks away and rubs his arm. "Bye." I say walking out the front door. I walk deeper into the forest finding my secret spot and sitting up in my tree. 

I pull out my f/c knife and open it looking at it under the moon light, the blade shining and causing a reflection on me. I roll up my sleeves looking at the deep cuts already carved into my skin. I bring the blade to my skin and drag it across my wrist making a Deep cut. I look at the blood running down my wrist and continue cutting one. Two. Three. Four. I keep going cutting Zalgo knows how many cuts on my arm. I wrap my arm up and jump down from the tree feeling a bit lightheaded from the blood loss. 

—timeskip— 

—masky pov—

I hear the door open and gently close, it's y/n i already know. Nobody else closes the door that gently. "Hey y/n!" I say from the living room. I hear her mumble a small hey as she continues walking up the stairs. I've notices she hasn't really been herself lately, she's lost a lot of weight and she is distancing herself from everybody. As she walks past me to go up the stairs I notice a bit of blood seeping through her grey hoodie. "Hey y/n did you get hurt!?" I ask worried. "Oh yeah i just feel and cut my arm on a rock I'm gonna go upstairs and patch it up." She reply's quickly. Her e/c eyes looking a little more dull than usual. 

I nod. "Well I'll let you go do that..." i say. She goes upstairs and i hear her go into her room and shuffle around until the noise stops. I sigh and it down on the couch next to BEN who is playing his video games like usual. 

I eventually get a bit sleepy and head upstairs to my room. I take my mask off and brush through my hair before taking my clothes off and changing into PJ's, getting into bed and falling asleep.

—y/n's pov—

I've been trying to get this one cut to stop bleeding for like 20 minutes now and it just wont! Jesus Christ im getting dizzy... i apply pressure to the cut and watch the blood seep through the rag im holding over it. "Bloody hell..." i mumble to myself. 

Eventually i get the cut to stop bleeding and wrap bandage wrap all around my arm. Sometimes i wonder if maybe... just maybe... if i end it all maybe I wouldn't feel like such a burden... maybe I'm just a waste of space. I lay down on my bed letting the thoughts take over before i fall asleep. 

No... no please! Mama no please dont do this! I didnt do anything! Your mom corners you holding her belt up before hitting you repeatedly causing blood to run down your back, bruises and welts forming on your back. Tsk. Pathetic child. I wish you were never born! You're such a stupid waste of space nobody will ever want you! That's not true! Yes it is! You're a dumb bitch who deserved to die! And with that she leaves you on the floor of your room crying and bleeding. You stand up stumbling a bit before eventually reaching the knifes...