I always kept my lights on when I feel suicidal or really depressed. If I don't, I begin to hear Blurryface whispering insults in his dramatically deep voice. I was in my closet with a part of a pencil sharpener in my hand. I fiddled with it, occasionally cutting my fingers with it. I gripped the blade correctly and began cutting my arm. I watching my skin separate and become dark red. I traced more and more lines. Josh called me. I answered it, dropping the blade. "Hey." I slightly slurred. "Are you okay? All of your lights are on." Josh said worriedly. "Perfectly fine, Josh." I slurred heavier. That was when I realized how much blood I was losing. "Josh, I need you to..." I passed out before I could even finish.
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Catching a Sea (A twenty one pilots Fanfic)
Fiksi PenggemarCelebrating Self Titled's birthday I wrote a fic with 5 songs each with their own chapter **Depictions of suicide and major self-harm**
