(Should I make Aesthetics for this story? Also I changed my drawing way a lil, and phone art is haed to do like omfg x_x btw Suicide Attempt warning, I will only lable this story and put all warnings into my bio)
Pants of frost air escaped my lips, beginning the chap around the edges. Arms wrapped around myself, curling up as the cold nipped at my skin. Pain blossomed from my purple fingers, spreading as my skin turned red.
Soon enough, it got hard to breath. Panic blossomed quickly, fear spreading around my body. A strangled gasp weaved its way through, lungs not being filled. Violent coughs made their way through me, jolting my body forward. Bile escaped my lips, breath finally getting to me. Gasps escaped me, trying to gain what breath I could get.
Tears stung the corner of my eyes, blurring my vision, falling limp on the bed. Pain filled my whole body, and I soon felt tired. Feeling horriable, I tossed and turned, waiting for my stomach to settle from what just happened. Throat burned from the acid, head pounding, lungs aching.
Quietly, the door opened, making me cover myself with the cover. Small footsteps made their way over, the bed dipping slightly when they sat on the bed. "John? What happened?" A small voice spoke, soft, like it was scared to hurt me. Soft touch of a hand appeared on my back, gently rubbing in a soothing way.
"Stay resting, I'll clean up and get you some medicine." My face paled quickly. Medicine... Thats the whole reason I am like this. The dip in the bed changed as he got up, hearing him walk ago. Glancing down to my pale hands, I quietly trembled.
Red and white
Small and deadly
Silent and painful
Shaking my head, I wished for the thoughts to leave me alone. Curling up, I prayed that everything would calm down soon.
Tipping my head back, they tumbled down my tongue, falling into my throat.
Regret coursed through myself from my actions. Glancing down, my fingers were still purple and cold, but my body was fighting it.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, a smile of regret looking at myself in the mirror. Blood dripped from my mouth, trailing down.
Shakily I let out breaths, seeing the vapour swirl around in the heat. Body still trembling, unable to calm
Slowly, I raised the blade to my arm, grip trembling. I wasnt scared, I was terrorfied. Pressing into the skin, feeling pain sooth my mind, trailing down my arm.
Eyes shoot to my right arm, looking at the long sleeve. Gently lifting it, regret pooled in my mind, seeing the scabbing cuts.
Everyone... No one would miss me. Just, ending it. Sounds so soothing. That grin stayed piercing through me from the mirror, grinning through my soul. It was so unsettling, and my hand slipped.
Glancing to my left arm, I saw the line right down, shaking my head. "Im a dumbass..." I mumbled to myself, regret swelling up worse. "No you arent John, no ones dumb for being ill." Panic swarmed through my alarmed self, hearing Lukas speak.
"I got you me-" "I dont want them." I rudely interrupted him, turning away. He didnt realize why I was ill. My body was rejecting the medication, and its managed to male me suffer alive more.
Pain blossomed from my chest, body growing cold. Slumping onto the floor, trying to keep myself warm. It was a numbing cold, like I'd drift off.
Tears pricked my eyes, pain coursing through my body more. The cover was peeled back slightly, revealing Lukas' worried look. His gaze soon turned to terror, seeing how lifeless I looked. Cheeks and nose were red, skin pale. Eyes dull, filled with tears. Quietly, he reached out and grabbed by hand, faltering when he felt how cold I was. "J-John..?" Quickly, I looked away, not wanting to see his face. "Did... Did you try and...
End it all?"
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