Dwake oneshots (DeadByDaylight)

Scars (JakexDepressed!Dwight)

Suicidal, cutting and angst warning.

Dwight's pov

"One...for...me..." I started.

"One for...him".

"One...for...being a...failure".

"And...one for...being...in love".

I finished, cleaning the small metal piece and staring at the furiously bleeding cuts. It's not like anyone would care if I disappeared. I've been living in a complex for a couple years now, trying to have good grades in school. By that I mean trying not getting Fs all the time, not getting kicked out of sports, and actually make friends. I've had a pretty rough life, abuse from parents and brother, and "friends", not to mention. I started cutting at about 9, now my stomach, wrists and shoulders are full of scars. I hear a knock on my door that snaps me back into reality.

"Great", I mutter to myself, "probably the guys back for my guts".

I clean up all of the blood and wrap my arms back up in the bandages. I anxiously walk over to my door and look out of the peephole. And speak of the devils, there's the two bullies outside my door,

"Open up gay boy! We know you're in 'ere!" David calls from outside.

"You'd better open up or we'll have some... "extra fun" at school." Ace mocks, and proceeds to make kissing noises.

I reluctantly open the door and immediately get kicked in the stomach, sending me towards the ground in an instant. I shouldn't have tried to pick myself up, because as soon as I got my arms to push me up I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, and a foot to the back. Then I hear some slight giggles.

"Hey...what's this, huh gay boy?" I hear from Ace.

I get flipped over onto my back and I get pinned onto the ground whilst David unwraps my arms, which have continued to bleed. I get some evil smirks from the boys, but faint in the end shortly after.

Jakes pov

I'm sitting in my car, overthinking whether I should see him today. I'm so very worried for him, I've seen him cutting himself at school and seen the scars. I've figured out where to go after research. After some contemplating I got out of my car and locked it. I've never really liked driving, but this was particularly far from my own house so I really didn't have any choice. I sigh to myself, the worst that could possibly happen is that he's either dead...

"No, stop, and go".

I force myself to push that thought to the back of my head and begin to climb the stairs. Then I see them, David and Ace, the school bullies. I mentally scream as I walk past them, but they seem to be talking about something else that I happened to hear.

"I'm so glad that 'e's probably dead, that f*ggot." David chuckles to himself and Ace.

"Heh, yeah, serves him right for liking..."

I stop and go pale. No...they can't be talking about him...oh shit who else then? I beeline it up the stairs, hearing David and Ace call my name. I find the complex room number after running for a while that matched my notes. I repeatedly bang on the door, silently begging for an answer of any sort.

"Dwight? Hey Dwight you in there?" I practically yell.

I turn the doorknob and it's unlocked. I look and I just, can't believe my eyes. That Dwight...lying there, blood, bandages and torn clothes on the floor. Blood dripping out from his wrists and back, which seems to have been stabbed. I rush down onto my knees and hold him in my arms.

"Fuck...fuck, no stay with me Dwight, cmon stay with me!"

I'm practically bawling my eyes out at this point. He's been someone who I have loved for s couple years now. I can't let him die like this. I take out my phone and immediately call 911.

"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?" The operator states.

"Help! Please, I have a b-bleeding out kid in my arms at compelex ____ on ____ street! I uh, d-don't know what to do, he has a stab wound on his b-back and multiple cuts on his arms!" I try to state through sobs.

"Oh my, we will get an ambulance there as quick as possible sir. Please check his pulse and breathing for us."

I hear running coming up the stairs and it's the receptionist along with Ace and David. The receptionist comes over and kneels down with me, whilst the two boys are snickering. She checks Dwight's pulse and breathing, which is in short and sharp breaths.

"H-he's breathing and pulse is off. Please just hurry!"

Writing second part, happy or sad ending?