Baby blue short stories

the depressed human 3

Tw's in chapter 1 are for the entire story.

Additional tws: ræpe, sexual abuse, abuse

PoV Will
I was really worried about Mason. He hadn't left his room in three days.

He barely ate, too.

Still, Stanford had insisted that he took place in the upcoming show.

The tent of telepathy was very crowded, as always. I went backstage to check on the young man.

When I entered his dressing room, he was just applying some makeup, to cover his eyebags.

When he realized I was alone, he relaxed.

I held onto my clipboard tightly.

"Master. You are in no condition to be in this show.", I said.

"I know, William. Me uncle expects me to perform though.", he sighed, then took a few deep breaths, before fixing his hair.

Then he came up to me.

"Can I have one of these magical hugs?", he mumbled.

I put out my arms and let him bury his face in my shoulder. Carefully I rubbed circles on his back.

Then I send him on his way.

The show was starting.

PoV Mason
I hated everything so much. The lights, that were so bright.
The noises that were so loud.
The people that were so many.

My sister, that was so fake...

I did my very best. I hadn't had enough sleep, food or water in a while and it was getting to me.

Suddenly I felt dizzy. The lights were way to bright, the noises so much louder than I could handle, the eyes on me were judging. They didn't understand.

My fake ass sister looked at me. I watched quietly as the ground came closer, until my face collided with it.

Oh, well. Fuck.

~~~
When I first opened my eyes, I was moving. Where was Will?

I needed one of his magical hugs...

They weren't actually magical, but when he was the one to hug me, I suddenly felt like I wasn't a slave to the emotions I had locked away.

My eyes slipped close again.

~~~
The next time I opened my eyes was in the hospital.

I blinked. Nobody was in the room with me.
As I sat up I noticed, my dress shirt had been removed and my arms were wrapped in bandages.

Did the cuts open? During the show?

Did Stanford know? Oh god, I hope not! He would be so mad! I can't handle him being mad at me anymore...

He probably was so disappointed.
I messed up.
What would happen now?!
Anything?!

Oh god.
Oh god!
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe!
IcantbreatheIcantbreatheIcantbreathe

I grabbed my hair and started sobbing. Hard. I tried desperately to get some air in my lungs, as the door opened and someone rushed into the room.

"Mister Gleefull, please calm down. It's alright, everythings alright. You're family is on the way. Please, breathe.", a distant voice said.

My family? Oh God. They'll be so mad! They'll hate me, disown me, throw me away like trash!

I listened to the voice as it counted with me, to steady my breath. Once I had done, I lay down, crying softly.

The nurse went to get a doctor, I guess.

When she returned, she told me that the doc was busy right now, but would come to see me soon.

Then she handed me a form.

As I filled it in I started feeling worse and worse.

"Do you think about ending your life?", was the next question.

"No, not really"

"Sometimes, but I wouldn't do it"

"I think about it a lot and I think I will do one day"

"I think about it so much, I would do it once I get the chance." ✅️

I answered all the questions and gave it back. The nurse looked very concerned, but left.