Suicidal

Hello everyone, here is another mental health fic

This is going to be Sabo's story from Psychosis. It's not necessary to read it to understand this, but it will help shed some light on some scenes 

This is going to have some blood and suicidal themes, and suicide attempts. So, if you can't read that, don't read this. This is a suicide themed fic, but there is also depression here

Hope you enjoy

Read and relax

Sabo gave a sigh, looking out the window in his apartment, seeing people moving along their day normally and hastily. It all just felt so useless and full of nothing. Sabo had nothing to do, no one to be with. He had no family that he knew of, they abandoned him years ago, leaving him alone. All the ones he had thought to be his friends had left him, so he was alone, and he felt it more than he had before right now, as it was his birthday. It was his 18th birthday, and people always said that would be special. He had somehow managed to get his hopes up, but he shouldn't have, it only made it all worse.

With a sigh, feeling completely empty, Sabo went to the kitchen to maybe try to make food, he might as well try to make it through the day pretending to be happy. As he was cutting some bread, the knife accidentally cut his finger, making Sabo give a small swear as he put the knife down to look at the damage. When he saw blood coming from the small cut, Sabo touched it and felt a bit of burning. He looked down at the knife.

Would anybody miss him?

He was a failure after all. He had no friends, at work or anything. Even his own family had left him, there had to be something wrong with him. Who would miss him? He was close to no one, and everyone he tried to speak to ignored him or just pretended for a while before leaving. No one would care, it might just be better if he weren't around, he was of no use to anyone, he was just nothing and a waste of everything.

Sabo grabbed the knife, pressing the blade to his wrist and pushing down, before slicing it to the side.

There was some small pain, but it didn't last long. Sabo watched as blood quickly started to flow out of the cut, dripping down on the floor. Sabo soon felt lightheaded, and thought of maybe going to sit down or something, to not make any sounds.

Sabo didn't manage a step before he fell to the floor unconscious.

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Sabo felt himself groggily waking up, confused for a second on where he was and what was happening. The ceiling was white, so he wasn't at home. When he tried to move his arms, to massage his head, he found he couldn't, and looked down to see he was restrained to a bed. When he tried to get loose again, he felt pain in his wrist, and looked down to see bandages there. Then Sabo remembered, he had tried to kill himself.

Sabo laid down with a sigh. He couldn't even kill himself, he was useless.

Sabo tried to move again, this time his legs or head or something, but found he was restrained at the legs too. And he felt... tired, he felt like he couldn't really move, he felt sluggish. Where was he? He tried to look around, seeing a white room with nothing but a small desk in. Was he in a hospital? How had he gotten here? He tried to think, but couldn't come up with a solution on how. Who would even have cared enough to call the ambulance?

It wasn't long before the door opened and a man came inside, wearing a white coat. The man said something to him when he noticed him awake, but Sabo found out he couldn't hear or understand or something. It was... muffled. Sabo closed his eyes, trying to move a hand to his head again, but found it still restrained. He soon felt a hand come to his restrained hand, easing it down to the bed carefully. Sabo opened his eyes and looked at the doctor, hearing him talking and tried to concentrate. "-ill in bad shape, try not to move them." Sabo looked at the doctor, understanding it was something about not moving his wrists maybe. Sabo gave a slow nod, hoping he might take the restraint off if he didn't fight them.