Bughead Oneshots

You need help, Betty

This oneshot was again requested by @EchoAllison so go give her a follow and read her amazing stories. This story contains topics of self harm, depression, and suicidal thoughts, so please read don't read this if it will easily trigger you.  

Betty's POV: 

I need it to stop.

I need the pain to stop.

I need life to stop.

I need everything to stop.

I stand in front of my mirror, looking at myself. Looking through myself. Tears were pooling in my eyes and my teeth were gritted. But I didn't dare make a sound. Nothing would come out of my mouth. The look in my eyes was haunting. Dark, tired, sick, lonely, done. I was just done. It was the only way I could describe things in one word. Done.

Everything was hurting me. My anxiety and depression were getting the best of me. School, Veronica lying to me, being distant from Archie, the constant feeling that I'm being watched. The feeling that everything is eventually gonna go wrong and it's all my fault. Every day I walk through school with my head held high. Bright, pastel colors consume me in my pale pink world. Everyone sees the person that shows up to school every day with a smile. The Nancy Drew of the school, the strong, smart, perfect, girl. That girl is gone. I don't even know if that girl was ever actually here.

My fists were closed, indenting, scarring my skin. Blood was seeping through my pale white knuckles. My wrists were shaking from the pressure, but it wasn't enough. It was never gonna be enough. I need to be distracted. I need to get away from this pain that I feel. I need to do more.

I scream at the top of my lungs and punch the mirror. It shatters and glass goes everywhere. My sobs rack the room as I look at the shards of glass stuck in my fists. Emotions overwhelm me and take control of me. It's almost as if I can't feel anymore. But I need it to be gone. I need all of these emotions to be gone. Distraction. I need a distraction.

Shaky breaths escape my throat as I make my way to the bathroom. It's hard to breathe at my rate of sobbing. I close the door and sit on the floor, grabbing a razor blade in the process. This is it, I think to myself, I've finally been driven this far. I cry harder as I make two big cuts across my left wrist. But I still couldn't feel anything. Nothing at all. I hear a text from my phone go off. I look at the screen and see Jughead.

Juggie: Are you still coming to Pops? We were supposed to meet half an hour ago, where are you?

Me: Sorry, Jug, I don't think I can make it.

Juggie: Why not? Are you okay?

Me: Yeah, I'm just not feeling it today, maybe another time

Juggie: Are you sure, Betts? I'm worried about you.

Me: I'm fine

I make a few more cuts before my phone goes off again, but this time, Jughead is calling. I pick up the phone, "Betty? Are you okay? You seemed a little off when we texted and then bailed last minute for our date, which you never do. Is there something going on?"

I'm silent for a few moments, "Betts you're scaring me," Juggie says. I can't make words come to my mind or mouth. I put the phone away from my mouth and try to muffle my cries with my hands. "Betty? That's it, I'm coming over."

"No," I manage to get out, but he already hung up. I lay down on the floor crying. I think to myself, I wanna die. I can't take this anymore. I'm done. I'm done. I sob on the floor harder than I ever had before. I grab the razor blade again and keep making deep cuts on both of my arms until I'm covered in blood. But I keep going. I can't seem to stop and I keep going. Blood is all over the floor, all over my arms, all over my clothes.