Krii7y OneShots

It will be okay

trigger warning: talk of self harm, inflicted self harm, bad thoughts, near suicide
if you are easily triggered by these dont read it please
(...happy ending nonwory im not that mean...mb...)
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They don't care.

Lies. They care.

They stay because they have to.

No they enjoy having me, right?

They want you gone.

You aren't anything to them.

He doesnt like you back.

Stop trying.

Its pathetic.

"SHUT UP!"

I panted. I took a hit from the vape in my hands, yet that seemed to do nothing.

Look at you, youre a mess.

You think Luka would like this? Seeing you break down, seeing how pathetic you are. He wont care, he is better off.

But I'm here. I'm always here.

"No, no no Lukas does care he would help me, right? My friends would help?"

Oh babe, no they wont. They dont care. You arent up to their standards. Why do you think you are? You will never be up to Lukas' standards.

I felt tears fall down my cheeks. I shook, my breaths becoming uneven and fast. Fuck another attack. Stop it please.

I mean, you can always go back to your wrists. Remember how good that felt? Remember how the blood just fell?

"No i made a promise, and intend to keep it."

Oh come on. They dont need to know. Besides, just a couple of cuts yeah? You only need a few. He doesnt need to know. Babe come on, do it. Unless you want to just kill yourself? Or are you still not ready for that? You should be, considering your friends wont help.

"Shut up I-I dont need you."

Oh but you do. I need to keep you in check. I need to keep you in your place, remind you of who you really are.

I was unconsiouslly walking into my kitchen, grabbing a knife from the rack on the counter.

Youre nothing babe.

One.

They dont need you.

Two.

They wont help.

Three.

Lukas wont love you back.

Five.

Look at you babe. Doesnt that feel good? Doesnt it feel so good to open up that disgusting skin of yours?

Three more. Yeah, it feels amazing.
I made more and more, while the voice listed off more things. God it felt good to give in.

Good boy, John. Ive got to go now. Dont forget where you stand, and Ill be back.

The voice disappeared and I realized what I had done. Blood poured out of my arm and i realized I had gone deeper than I shouldve. "F-fuck."

I got up from the floor. When did I sit down? I held a hand to my arm as i called 911, told them my situation and proceeded to wait.

me: hey lukas, uh, i dont knoe if ill makenit..so uh ill rell tou noe..fuck its getiny hard yo typr

luka <3: john? you okay? whats wrong? what do you mean you wont make it?