Death, Destruction and Drama Oneshots and Headcannons

Eric - Agony Of Silence

Hah yay me venting as Eric. While listening to Loser, Geek, Whatever. 

So happy and totally not depressed. TW FOR CUTTING AND THE F****T WORD IM SORRY 

Eric sat in the living room, his computer on his lap, the tv playing some random stupid show and he scrolled through Instagram on his phone. All at the same time. He typed down some commands into the control panel and soon, he hacked into the computer. His interface changed to what the user was watching. Porn. Of course. Eric rolled his eyes, and kept scrolling on his phone, liking all of Rich's posts.

When he looked up, he jumped in fright. The screen had changed to text next to a picture of him. In that moment. Someone knew he was hacking into their computer, and was hacking him in return. The text was simple.

"Glitch, stop wasting your time and do your original task. Or if you're too weak to do that, at least do something helpful. You fucking defect."

The insults kept coming. Defect, failure, freak, glitch, error, waste of space, worthless, ugly, horrible, whore, slut, fuckboy, piece of shit, faggot.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he read. He quickly logged out of the account, switching off his computer. The tv glitched out, before showing the exact same image and text.

He frantically reached for the remote, clicking to switch off the television. Eric shut off his phone before anything showed on there.

He didn't even realise the tears dripping down his cheek, until one of them landed on his hand. He quickly wiped them away, but they just kept coming as the words repeated in his head.

"They're right... I'm exactly what they say.." He muttered out to himself. He clenched his fists as a thought came into his voice.

"If you wanna be helpful, fucking kill yourself. No one would care." 

A sad smile appeared upon his face as he got up and went upstairs, to his room. He glanced around, spotting the silver, shiny glint of Rich's pocketknife he kept by their bed. He snatched it up, before faltering as he felt his stomach grumble in protest, wanting food. He chuckled weakly. "Nope. I haven't eaten since half that apple since breakfast," He looked at his watch to see it was 1.43pm. "And I'm not gonna eat now." He said, talking to himself. He sighed, gripping the knife in his hand.

He slowly pulled up his long sleeves for his sweater to reveal pale, uncut skin underneath. A clean canvas. A sadistic smirk slowly came onto his face as he placed the tip of the sharp blade against his skin. He slowly sliced down, watching as green blood trickled out of the wound. He breathed in deeply and quickly.

"Hhhnnn....: He moaned in pain slightly, pulling the blade away. He cut again, and again, and again, letting out satisfied sounds as the blood painted his white skin, the cuts decorating. Eric inhaled sharply at a slightly deeper cut, cutting a wire. He flinched, blood dripping onto the floor. Eric let out a small sigh, before closing his eyes.

Tears still dripped down his face and he gave a pitiful, sad chuckle and put the pocketknife away.

Eric pulled his sleeve back up, covering the scratches with his sweater. He rubbed his wrists slightly, wincing in pain. While he did it, he loved the feeling. He knew he deserved to feel that pain. It was the pleasure of the pain. But afterwards, he felt embarrassed and ashamed of what he had done. Eric quickly shut the pocketknife and put it back in the exact same place, going to the bathroom.

Eric started the water faucet, and collected a small pool of water in his hands. He washed his face with it, washing away the tears, his sorrows, his selfhate and his shame. Eric smiled sadly, water dripping from his face. He dried his face off and went back downstairs.

No one saw

No one would know

Behind that mask

He's just a poor boy

Whose hope has disappeared.

Rich arrived home, chatting with everyone else. They all pushed and shoved to get into the house, music blaring from Michael's Bluetooth speaker. Eric turned, glancing over at them. He gave a small smile when he saw Rich. His blue eyes were dull and dead inside. Rich went over to him and kissed him deeply.

Rich wouldn't find out about the cuts.

He can't...

Who knows what he'll think?

Probably what everyone else thinks.

Just a freak, slut, failure and a defect.

Who shouldn't live.