You were (y/n) (l/n) (your name last name) and you were suicidal. People in school called you things like "slvt, wh0re, B1tch, emo, dirt, a piece of sh1t," ect. The only thing that let you deal with the pain was the cuts you have yourself. The blood running down your legs and arms. The feeling of pain that made you forget the other pains that others gave you. Depression was in your nature. Eventually, you grew tired of the small little cuts that left little or no scar. So you went deeper. You sometimes even wrapped a scarf around your neck and chocked yourself a little with it. One day, you grew tired of that too. So you wrote "sorry" on your wrist and ran, knowing that would be your final run. And that very little could stop you from dying. These would be your last moments of it weren't for that special one.
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Homestuck x Suicidal! Reader
FanficNo lemons, In one shot form, Will do requests, TRIGGER WARNING IN COURTESY OF KANKRI: CUTTING, SUICIDAL REFRENCES, AND DARK STUFF INCLUDED. READER DESECRATION ADVISED. Kankri: Why thank you. Admin: you are so welcome. Trigger warning.
