Pete x suicidal reader
TRIGGER WARNING
(C/e)-colored eyes or
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I can't take this pain anymore... I feel like I'm drowning, drowning in my never ending sadness... what am I to do? How can I resurface into this deranged fucked up society?
Sighing I drop my journal onto the floor pages open and everything, I'm too numb to care who see's it. It's nothing but my feelings but who cares about them anyways, they get trampled over every damn fucking day. My parents divorce was my fault, my dad's death was my fault, everything is my fault!
I crash to my knees clenching my fist on the blades as blood oozes out of my fist.
"Hey dad look at this! DOI!" I smile making a funny face with chopsticks hanging out of my nose.
"Oh hahahahaha!!" Fathers laughs looking at me. Not noticing the oncoming traffic our car hits the rail causing the rear of the car to flip over making the car go over the rail and tumbling down the cliff hitting every large or small tree on the way.
Our car sits perched up onto the tree as people exit their cars running down the cliff for survivors. Of course there was a survivor, but only one survivor. Looking to my left my eyes widen as the man ,my father, sat with a tree branch through his face. I try to scream but all that came out was air, no noise.
"WE HAVE A SURVIVOR!" I hear before things turn black.
"Oh father!" I sob. The memories rush through my mind capturing every. Single. Detail.
"I HAD ENOUGH MARY! YOUR DRINKING IS OUT OF CONTROL!" Father yells.
"Don't you DARE call me out of control you dick! GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!" Mothers drunken voice yells pushing my father.
"Stop it! Stop it right now!" Dad yells smacking mom's hands away. I stood in the doorway watching my parents fight. Glass after glass being shattered the yelling finally stops. Their voices just breathes filled the room, dad stands up straight and grabs his car keys.
"I'm done, I'll be back for my stuff and (y/n)." He says silently and slams the door shut.
Wiping away my tears with my bloodied sleeve I stand back up onto my wobbly legs and stumble past the back of the school and playground. Just behind the school a cliff stands with a small waterfall plummeting into the tiny lake. A common sight everyone sees, beautiful scenery but damaged with these fucking communist. Not one person decided to jump off this cliff, but except one person.
Me
Taking the blades from my hand I give it a longing look. This bad boy has been my savior for a long long time. Taking away the pain since day one of this shit, I'm afraid that if I loose this I lose my sanity.
Sliding the cool metal down my arm I let the red liquid drip onto the snow glazed ground and close my eyes
I sit in the corner of my room bringing my knees to my chest letting salty tears slide down my face. A pain so deep smothering me with no release. How am I let this pain out? My body and mind about to explode from the pressure within me. I gotta do something... lifting my head I look around my dark room and spot my X-Acto knife. Taking the blade out I let its heaving feeling in the palm of my hand. Grasping it feeling the sharp point pierce my skin I take the blade into my finger pads and press it down onto my wrist releasing all the pressure. What a relief I feel...
