$uicideBoy$ Oneshots/Imagines

Prodrome (Scrim)

TW: emotional & physical abuse, drug abuse/addiction, psychosis.

"How are you feeling?" Placing your hand on his forehead, he quickly swats it away.

"I'm good."

Trying to keep your emotions calm through all of this was exhausting. Scrim was acting out more than usual, getting sick more frequently and sleeping in longer. At first it didn't worry you much but now it was starting to take a toll on not only your relationship but with his own functional day to day life tasks.

"I'm only trying to check if you have a fever."

Shoving his way past you, you tumble back trying to catch yourself before losing your balance.

"What the fuck is your problem? You've been such a dick these past few days." As you go to pick yourself up from the floor, his hand comes in contact with your nape, pulling your hair as he forced you to stand up and look at him.

"The fuck did you say?"

He was more hateful and far from the man you fell in love with. At first you thought it was just stress but clearly, there's so much more to uncover.

"Let go of me, Scott." Shoving you back as he lets go, he stares you down before walking off in to his recording room. Leaving you behind in disbelief.

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Keeping your distance from him as much as you could, you had decided it'd be best to head to bed an wait it out till the morning to try and talk it out. Most of the time people who are stressing just need their own space to clear shit through or to think of a solution. You weren't quite sure what was going on since he would be fine one day and a completely different person the next. Sometimes within the same hour he'd switch lanes on you.

As you drifted off to sleep, the house was quiet. The door to the room opens to which you assume is Scrim coming in to see if you're awake. Your body was facing away from the door so your back was toward him. Feeling the mattress dent in as he slowly moved closer to you, it was like your conscience knew he wasn't in the right mindset. As soon as you tried to sit up his hand wrapped around your neck, holding you down. Struggling to breathe as he used his weight as an advantage to hold your legs down to keep from slipping away from him. Trying your hardest to scratch at his hand that held your neck, cold metal is pressed against the side of your temple.

"Shh, it's okay." His voice was more rasp than ever. Tugging at his dreads to try and get him to react in any way, you feel your eyes start to water along with your vision beginning to fade out.

"I'll be right behind you."

Reaching under the pillow you grab ahold of your phone using all your strength to hit him in the face with the corner of it, causing him to let go of your neck allowing you to gasp for air.

Forcing him off of you as you try to get up and run, he pulls you back by your hair causing you to scream out in pain.

"Scott, what the fuck stop! You're fucking insane let go of me!" Fighting back as you try to kick him, scratch him and punch, the hold he had on you was causing too much pain.

Throwing you back on to the bed he pushes your head down against the mattress as you plead for him to stop.

"Stop making shit more difficult than it needs to be, bitch."

Crying in to the mattress as you feel the harshness of the gun trail from your back to your head. Holding the gun directly to the back of your head, he slowly raises it to his. Thrashing around to escape his hold you break free and manage to tackle him down before he was able to set off the gun, causing you both to fall to the floor.