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【 💀 】STARTER.
Anyone who knows Bones, knows that he's extremely emotionless, like a robot. His eyes are as dark as black holes and his smiles are all empty and meaningless. Even his voice lacks feelings. But every now and then, his stone cold exterior breaks just a bit and you can see that he's still HUMAN.
Bones woke up one morning and he just started crying. He was staring up at the ceiling, tears forming in his brown eyes before sliding down his cheeks. He was crying but he didn't know why. The man took a deep breath, told himself to stop, then stood up and got dressed. He couldn't cry. He wasn't WEAK. But that didn't stop the tears.
After he got dressed, the man slid down to the floor and leaned his back against his bedroom wall, pulling his knees to his chest. There he started to cry again. But this time it was harder, like a dam had burst behind his eyelids. Bones cried and then cried some more, his body shaking a bit. He shook his head some, HATING himself for crying. He tried to stop but it only made it worse.
Bones eventually calmed down and wiped his eyes with his jacket sleeve before he stood up and left. That wasn't the first time he broke down crying and it wasn't the second. This has happened so many times before.
It happened again a week later. Bones broke down crying on the floor, his shoulders trembling. But this time he wasn't just crying. He was angry. He was FURIOUS. After a while the crying ceased and he seemed to lash out. He grabbed a lamp and threw it at the wall, breaking it. Next came a picture frame. And then an empty pill bottle. Bones threw whatever he could get his hands on at the wall until he had nothing else to throw.
And then the crying started again. Hot angry tears came this time and he cursed under his breath, pacing back and forth while tugging at his hair and scratching at his arms. After a while or so, he started repeating a phrase over and over again to himself. "My name is Bones. My name is Bones. My name is Bones..." Over and over and over again he said it, his voice getting weaker each and every time.
It was almost 12 in the afternoon and the assassin still hadn't calmed down. He only broke down further, like an ice sculpture melting from the heat of the sun. Bones went to a drawer in his bedroom and pulled it open, reaching in. He then sat down on his bed and looked at the object in his hand. It was a silver hand gun. He took a deep breath and wiped at his eyes before he put the end of the gun against his temple. It was cold against his skin and it made him shiver. He put his finger over the trigger... then he stopped and pulled it away.
Why was it so hard?
Bones then put the barrel of the gun in his mouth, closing his damp eyes tightly. He could taste the metallic silver against his tongue and his teeth. He lightly touched the trigger. Once again, he didn't pull it. In fact, he had to go to the bathroom to throw up after that, his stomach having felt sick. God... what was wrong with him?
Bones sat down on the floor in the living room and leaned his head back against the wall, staring down at his loaded gun. With his free hand he reached for his phone. He dialed a number then put it to his ear.
You answered.
"I need your help..." Bones said into the phone. You could tell something was wrong because of the way he spoke. His voice wasn't cold like it usually was and it sounded weak. "Please. I need you to come here... because if you don't.. I'm going to kill myself." He spoke, his voice breaking at the end before he hung up.
You quickly made your way over to the man's house. Sure he was a dick sometimes but you couldn't let him KILL himself. You didn't even bother to knock once you got there and went straight inside (luckily the door was unlocked) before you saw him on the floor. Bones didn't seem to hear you. He was hugging his knees tightly with one arm while holding a gun to his head, his hand shaking slightly though his finger was resting against the trigger...
