GingerBrave sobbed and shook as he slid down the bathroom wall. He was in so much pain all he could do is cry. He looked down at the blade which contained blood on it.
He doesn't even know what hurt most, the emotional pain or the fact he had cut himself more scars than a cookie like him could handle. Tears kept falling off.
Blood was everywhere. At one time he was scared that someone would come in and see this but at the same time.. it's not like anyone cares about how he's doing anyway.
They have better things to do. They have themselves to worry about. He'll just be another burden to them. They made it perfectly clear anyway.
He's just a childish idiot. That was all. They wouldn't give a shit if he went missing or died....
He stared at the blade. Even if he tried he couldn't pick it up. There was no point. Is he that weak..? Is he so weak he can't even end his damn suffering because of some stupid pain?
He began to cry, it was silent and barely even audible. He just wanted to close his eyes and forget this horrible world he calls earthbread.
He heard footsteps head towards the door before the cookie began knocking.
"GingerBrave..? Are you alright in there?" The voice asked.
He was too weak to answer.
"GingerBrave?" The voice became concerned
"If you don't say anything I'm gonna come in." The cookie behind the door became serious.
He wanted to say something but it wasn't going to happen.
GingerBrave heard the doorknob move before hearing a bang which made the shaking worse.
"Shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that!" The cookie said before walking off.
A few minutes go by. He hears a key jingle and the door opened.
"Oh my..."
GingerDozer had gotten into the bathroom to notice what went down.
GingerBrave felt a warm hand on his pulse before being lifted up.
"GingerBrave. Can you tell me what happened?" GingerDozer asked.
GingerDozer noticed how pale GingerBrave looked.
"Forget I asked." He said.
He opened the door to GingerBrave's bedroom before setting him down on his bed and covering him with a blanket.
Dozer left and came back moments after with a bottle of water and bandages
GingerBrave felt weak and honestly hated everything that was going on. He watched in guilt how dozer bandaged up his arms.
He saw dozer open a water bottle and opened his lips to place the opening of the bottle inside.
He drank it as if he was a small baby drinking from its baby bottle. He hated feeling as if he were a kid.
The bottle was emptied. Dozer tossed it into the trash can.
Dozer went to grab his emotional comfort plush before placing it into his arms while tucking him in.
".. rest well. I'll check on you later" Dozer said before flickering off the lights and leaving.
GingerBrave felt his eyes go heavy. Maybe one nap won't hurt anyone.
