Warning: suicidal thoughts, voices in head, trigger warning
Tango sat on the edge of the building, not caring how numb from the cold he was. It was in the negatives in degrees, and Tango just wanted to freeze to death. No one would care. The voices agreed.
You're just a waste of space.
Can't believe you ate that pizza. You're fat enough.
Just lean over and fall. DO IT!! NO ONE WOULD CARE!!
The voices started to overlap, and tears streamed down Tango's face as he covered his ears, trying to block out the criticism.
No one cares about you! Just kill yourself!
And if you're too chicken to do THAT, just go to the bathroom and cut yourself, fatty.
Yeah, just make sure not to leave stains. I don't want any more work for your poor friends...
Yeah, fatty
Fatty
Fatty!
FATTY!!
"JUST SHUT UP!!" Tango cried as he clamped his hands tighter over his ears.
Just cut yourself
Yeah, no one will care. Just do it
Comon! You haven't done it in FOREVER!
Yeah, it might as well
There is nothing better to do
Worthless bitc-
"Tango?" A voice broke through the words of the voices in Tango's head. Tango kept his eyes shut, and his hands clamped over his ears. He heard footsteps but kept his position the same. He felt a hand on his shoulders and another hand on one of his hands that were clamped over his ears. Tango protested.
"TANGO!?" The person had seen his face... tear tracked and a black eye from a bully who found out he was gay. A soft hand cupped his cheek, and the voices rose. Tango whimpered.
"Make them stop." Tango whispered, barely audible.
"Huh?" Tango finally opened his eyes, his red eyes finding light brown ones full of concern. Impulse.
"Please, make them stop." Tango's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Make what stop, Tango?" Impulse whispered.
"The voices." Tango whimpered.
"The voices, wha-? Oh." Impulse's eyes filled with tears, and he ran off. Tango sobbed. He knew it, as soon as someone found out, they thought he was crazy. He WAS crazy. Tango sobbed and sobbed, but then Impulse was back with Skizz, Grian, and Bdubs. Impulse and Grian knelt down.
"Hey Tango? Tango, please look at me." Tango raised his eyes to meet Grian's sapphire ones. He wasn't touching him, but his presence calmed Tango. His tear filled eyes seemed to confirm whatever question he had.
"What are they saying?" He asked quietly, his British accent familiar.
"That I eat too much, calling me a f-fatty, I don't deserve to live, that I should c-cut myself." Tango couldn't go on, bursting into tears.
"And they're right!" Skizz, Impulse, and Bdubs looked surprised and sad. Grian looked understanding.
"You're not any of those things, Tango. Have you not been eating?" Tango shook his head.
"I have..." they all looked relieved for a second.
"... but I make myself throw it up all the time." Their expressions quickly changed to horror. Grian stood up and talked with the trio for a bit before leaving. The trio had determined expressions. First Skizz walked to Tango slowly, and Tango flinched. Skizz stopped in his tracks.
"Can I touch you?" Skizz asked. Tango slowly nodded. Skizz leaned down and cupped my cheek. Impulse came over and did the same thing with my other cheek with his hand. Bdubs came around and hugged me from behind, petting my hair.
TBC...
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