Bughead Oneshots 🍔

Monster (Control pt. 2)

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM 

And here I was again. Blood staining the bathroom tiles. My blood-covered limbs were spread across the floor and I took a moment to realize what I had just done. I had broken my promise, my promise to try. I didn't even try to not cut, it was impossible. It was like someone else took control of me, and slid the razor blade across my arm. It just wasn't me. It was an uncontrollable force.

"Honey, I'm home!" My mother almost sang across the halls. She had finally gotten the courage to throw my dad out and get a divorce.

Fuck. I started to panic as I saw all the blood again.

"Are you okay Betty?" She sounded kind if worried now.

"Yeah, just a little tired. Taking a bath." I tried to sound as innocent as I could, even with my hoarse voice.

"Okay sweetie!" She said and immediately started to write on her computer.

I made a quick examination in my head about how much blood I had lost. Enough to give anyone nightmares, but not enough for me to pass out.

I quickly wiped my stained wounds and started to clean the floor, when I heard a noise from my bedroom window. Jughead.

Now I escalated. I was in an uncontrollable state of panic when I understood that he was going to be flaming mad at me. Maybe he would leave me. What if he hated me now?

My sobs echoed across the room, but I wasn't afraid my mom was going to hear me, because she always sat and listened to music in her soundproof headphones.

Someone repeatedly tried to open the bathroom door, presumably Jughead.

In a spontaneous attempt to stop my panic I grabbed the blade, and cut deep into my forearms. Now I heard my mom close the front door. Probably going for a walk.

"Betty! Come on! I need you to open the door for me!" Jughead yelled from the other side of the door.

"You'll leave me if I let you in. You'll never want to see me again. You will hate me." I said weakly.

Then he snapped. The door fell before my eyes, and there he stood. His raven hair plastered on his forehead with sweat, and shaking in frustration.

"Baby! What have you done?!" His voice broke.

I couldn't even try to form a sentence, my tears blurred my vision and I couldn't really think straight.

"Shhh, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay." He hugged me softly.

"T-that's what y-you said last time, and-d l-look what happened." I sobbed.

"I swear Betts, I'm never going to let this happen to you again."

But no one could protect me from myself. For I was a monster, I was the uncontrollable force, because there was no one else. There was only me who set myself in pain.

I was the monster.