Leave Me Lying, Dead. (SubZeroExtabyte X Reader.)

Chapter 17: Dark Thoughts and Secrets

(Please read A/N after the story, trigger warning.)

Sub's POV

I woke up in a dark room, alone. I tried to move my arms and legs but it seems they were strapped together.

I shook my head trying to wake myself up a bit more.

I had this piercing pain in my side. I looked down to see blood slurred across my stomach which was half way exposed.

I shook and tossed and turned trying to get loose. It was no use. It was dark and silent, so silent that you would be scared to make a sound. The dark would make any person temporarily blind if the lights were to be turned on.

I looked around but it was no use. There was no light anywhere.

I was to scared to scream. I felt like a child that was afraid of the dark. I couldn't speak or move or else the monster that was hiding would get me.

I remembered when I fell earlier, hitting my head. It must have knocked me out. I can't remember what happened after that except for Sketch picking me up. I wonder where Sketch was. I also wondered if Y/N was here.

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Y/N's POV

I was back where I started. I felt a pain in my side. I teared up a bit before remembering that I couldn't let it get to me, there were worse things to come.

I tried to struggle but every time I made a sound or moved around, it felt like my straps would get tighter.

I looked down to see blood pouring to the ground. The fact that I could hear my own blood draining from my body and hitting the stone floor without being able to stop it, it terrified me.

I tried to think of Sub and how if he were here, I wouldn't have to be brave. I could cry into his arms and he would let me.

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Sketch's POV

I woke up feeling my eyes sticky with tears. I had a severe head ache and an aching pain in my side.

"No no no." I would repeat to myself over and over until the point where I would make myself cry. I wasn't crying for myself however.

Before all of this happened, about, 3 or 4 months ago, me and my twin brother, Ethan, had a huge fight. Our parents were splitting and we had no one to blame except for ourselves, even though our parents would say it's not our fault. It was a hard time and we would fight so much, sometimes we would just go in our rooms, lock our doors, and cry. We had nothing else left. We could only come into agreement with one thing, we couldn't burden others with our pain. (Yes guys, I know their parents aren't ACTUALLY split. It's just a fanfiction) We had to hide it and pretend to be happy. Often my friends asked me if I was ok. I always had to answer yes even if my life was falling apart. Me and my friends barely ever met except for during and after school, and Ethan's gone all the time and when he is home, we never talk. Our parents were splitting and everything was just coming out of place.

I hadn't had much time to think. Even if I hated myself at the moment because I knew I was going to die and I wasn't ever going to be able to apologies to Ethan. I would die hating my self.

The unbearable pain in my side was spreading and I began  to cry even more. I couldn't move. I felt paralyzed. Like, I was never going to move again. I was almost certain that I was going to die.

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Sub's POV

I decided to sleep and to see what would come up. I couldn't sleep long however because I heard a large metal door open. A bright light flashed on making my eyes hurt.

A man walked over to me with a devilish smile on his face. "Ah! My prize. At last." "What are you talking about? I'm not yours!" I yelled. His grin slowly turned into a frown. "You, can talk?" I silently nodded my head. "Well, I suppose I won't need you anymore."

I immediately regretted saying anything.

"You see, I was going to teach you to talk my self and let you do my dirty work. I was going to make you do MUCH more than that, I won't talk about it though. I'm becoming to wanted you know. If I could use you, all of my problems would have been solved." What was he talking about?

"Bring in Sketch!" Yelled the man. I paused in fear as they brought a bloody Sketch into the room. They threw him on his knees and held a gun to his head as he started to cry. "I'll eliminate everyone close to you until I can find something to do with you." My heart jumped into my throat and I started to feel dizzy. "Leave him alone you sick monsters!" I yelled. The man chuckled as the man walked over to his big assistant and took the gun from his hand. He pointed it to Sketch's head. "Last words Mr. Best?" Sketch looked at me with a smile on his face. "Tell Ethan I'm sorry and I'll be happy to go." Cried Sketch. I started to yell and sob as the sick man counted down. "1" I screamed and pleaded for him to let him go. "2" Sketch closed his eyes and lowered his head. "3" The man smiled and pulled the trigger as Sketch's lifeless body hit the stone ground.

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Sketch's POV

A man snatched me up and took me into a bright room where Sub and , I'm assuming, the boss was. I started to cry immediately because I knew what was going to happen. Sub started to cry hysterically. He threw me onto my knees as it upset my burning side.

I looked up and saw a big man hold a gun to my head, this was it. "I'll eliminate everyone close to you until I can find something to do with you." The man threatened to Sub. "Leave him alone you sick monsters!" Yelled Sub, his eyes red from tears. The boss chuckled and walked over to the big guy, taking the gun from his hand and pointing it at my head. "Last words Mr. Best?" Asked the boss. Everything stopped. Everything was calm. I was over joyed. I smiled. I knew that Sub would carry out my last wish and I wouldn't have to struggle anymore. So much weight was lifted off my shoulders as I carefully and quickly chose what to say.

"Tell Ethan I'm sorry and I'll be happy to go."

I was done. Everything I wanted in life was done. Ethan would know I was sorry. I wouldn't have to live with the pain of my parents splitting. All I had to do, was sit there and take the gun shot.

"1" Sub started to cry. "2" I closed my eyes. "3" I was finished. The last thing I felt was my brain shut down and my arm hit the cold floor. This is the end of my story but I went happy. I had no more pain. (PLEASE READ THE A/N)

A/N

Hey guys! I hope you liked the chapter. I know, it dealt with a very dark and serious topic that some of you might not have been able to handle. I'm so sorry for that. I wanted to share my perspective on suicide and people actually wanting to die. Listen, suicide is never the answer. I don't care what you think, there is always going to be someone who loves you. You have probably heard that a thousand times but listen to me, it is so true. If you are ever having suicidal thoughts, please, seek help. Tell a doctor or find a psychiatrist immediately. Here's the suicide hotline  1-800-273-8255. Please, suicide is never the answer. There is always a better way.