The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Drake x Grayson (Trigger warning!)

I don't really like writing this stuff as I never know exactly how it needs to be handled and I panic that I described it in wrong ways or that I trigger others, even if I have had similar content in Rebellion. However, I took interest in the suggestion.
If you suffer from depression and self harm, please proceed with caution and seek help if you feel that you have none. You have me and others in the community willing to help, and many people who love you. God bless.
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Drake's point of view-

I remember opening my eyes, squinting from the rays of sunlight slipping past the openings in the canopy of deep green oak leaves. I was groggy for a few seconds before consciousness began to win it's battle, the darkness surrounding my vision clearing. My eyelids flickered, becoming more used to the light each time they opened until the pain faded and I was able to see clearly, well, as clear as I possibly could with slightly inverted vision.
I pulled myself up until I was sitting, a long yawn slipping past my lips as I wiped my eyes free from the drowsiness and crust. Once I set my arms back down at my sides and opened my eyes, I examined my surroundings as I briefly forgot where I was. That tends to happen when you travel as much as we do.
We were in a clearing in a forest to the east, almost away from the western imperial authorities. Just a few more miles and we will be home free. The flowers were in bloom and the leaves of the trees were a lush green. I found comfort in the distant sounds of chirping birds and running water in the distance. It was peaceful, at least for a moment until a fact dawned on me. I keep saying "we" but I was all alone. I finally realized that I could not sense Grayson's life force.
My head turned sharply to face where I had remembered Grayson was seated last, up against the trunk of a tree as he offered to take the night watch before unconsciousness had pulled me under. He was gone, as was his sword. The fire pit still had a few burning embers of an amber hue, leading me to the assumption that he had not left long ago.
I sat up straight, tossing the top of my sleeping bag off of my knees that
cracked as they bent. My concern and anxiety grew. Where was he? Sure, it was normal for my best friend to leave me all alone in the mornings, as he usually did to hunt us breakfast, but I felt an eerie feeling and intense dread, knowing that something was amiss. Do you ever get that feeling? When everything seems normal but you know that something is wrong despite that not a thing is out of place? It causes your spine to quiver in a chill, the hair to stand on the back of your neck with a nauseous feeling. I felt sick.

"Grayson?" I called out, no reply.

I pulled myself from the ground, not bothering to roll up my sleeping bag nor to put out the amber glow of embers in the charred ash that remained of our fire pit. Even with my stomach barking for a meal, my only thoughts revolved around locating my friend.
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Grayson's point of view-

I watched the water run a darkened red, the scarlet dripping into the murky depths of the river, warm running from my wrist. My vision clouded, like looking through glass containing liquid. The tears built up in my eyes before they broke past their limits and ran down my sore cheeks. I knew that it would serve me no good, but the physical pain distracted my mind from the agony I was drowning in emotionally. Or rather for the lack of emotion.
I'd rather feel pain physically yet the emotional turmoil that shifts to nothingness and back never seems to seize no matter how much time passes by or how much I punish myself emotionally and physically. It doesn't f**king stop...
My blood poisoning the water faded in the currents of the stream, my skin and muscle stinging as I took my blade and made another cut across my skin. My teeth bit into my lip, the tip of my tongue coated in the taste of salt from the tears that slipped into my mouth.
I can not go and toss myself off of a bridge again or stab myself until I bleed out. I can't leave Drake behind, alone and nearly broken himself. I can't make him lose another person he loves. It feels too selfish to allow myself to slip away from misery to leave him be to his own.
I set down my bloody blade, staring at the dripping red. I deserve this pain. My family is dead because of me. I deserve to suffer in every way, shape, and form...