merry grinchmas - recycled oneshots

Silence

TW for self harm and derogatory words.
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Michael walked into the bathroom and closed the door, blocking out the noise of the party. He leaned against the door and let out a large sigh. Michael let his tears fall into his cheeks.

This party was a mistake. He shouldn't have come here. He should've just stayed at home. Then he could spend the day getting stoned and worrying about how fat he was.

Michael moved to the mirror and lifted his shirt up. All he saw was fat. Lots and lots of fat. Michael tried to suck in his stomach. Still fat. He dropped his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. Puffy red eyes, goofy glasses, the same stupid hairstyle he had everyday, nothing had changed.

Except for the fact that Jeremy wasn't there to reassure him anymore. He was out there, partying his heart out, probably getting laid, finding a new best friend. And Michael was here. In the bathroom. Like a loser.

Loser, loser, loser. The words echoed in his head.

Loser, loser, loser. The voices got louder. Michael got out his pocket knife.

Faggot, faggot, faggot. Michael pulled up his shirt sleeve, revealing the plethora of self harm scars on his arm.

Faggot, loser, faggot, loser, fag- The voices stopped when Michael dragged the knife against his skin. Michael watched as the blood poured out of the fresh cut. He leaned against the bathtub and closed his eyes. The voices in his head were silent.

Everything was silent.

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oh no baby what is you doin'?
Sorry for how short this is, I just got this idea and started writing. And then I didn't know what to write so...