one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"am I a monster?" - bughead

takes place after Betty heard Alice said she had the same darkness as her father in 3x18.
warning for self harm!!

I  threw the headphones from my ears, placing my hands on the table in front of me. I held on tight, scared to fall right off the chair.

A few tears ran down my bare cheeks, feeling my mom's words shoot through me once more.

What if she is right? What if I do have that darkness? What if I am evil?

More and more thoughts spiraled through my brain which caused only more tears to roll down my cheeks.

I sat there, my hands clenched together, my eyes shut with tears emptying them. I felt my nails dig deep into my palms, but it was almost as if I was numb to the pain. Like I didn't respond.

I felt the small droplets of blood cover my fingers which kept on digging and digging.

All of the sudden the door of the blue and gold got opened, and Jughead stepped inside. His expression turned from happy to worried the instant he saw the tears spread over my red face.

He rushed up to me, his eyes wild and flickering over my body. "Betts..! What's wrong?" His voice was concerned and confused.

His palm stroke over my cheek. "Nothing." I lied and tried to stop myself from crying—failing miserably.

His eyes lowered to my clenched fists as he gasped in response. "Betts oh my god." He whispered, quickly pushing his hands in between my fingers and palms.

He uncurled my fists slowly but harshly, stroking my fingers to relax them slightly.

My eyes were caught in a look of guilt as I looked down at Jughead's movements.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, quickly folding my arms over my body as a way to hide the deep wounds my hands had created.

Jughead didn't give up tho. "Show me." He demanded, his eyes clearly nudging to my wounded palms.

I shook my head sternly, too embarrassed to let him see what I did to myself. Without more questioning he gripped my hands tightly and opened them, showing the open and bleeding scars spread over the inside of my hand.

I saw Jughead's eyes widen, lightly touching the numb wounds.

"What caused you to do this?" He questioned, his eyes still fixated on the wounds.

I shrugged softly. "Am I a monster?" I blurted out, my eyes misty with tears.

Jughead confusedly shook his head. "Of course not beautiful, why do you ask?" He asked, his eyes now meeting with mine once again.

I felt a flash of heat spread over my body. "My mom. She said I was just as evil as my father." My tears broke down in the middle of my sentence.

Everything was just too much. My father, my mother, Polly, the Gargoyle King, Gladys, fizzle rocks.

"What if I am like my father?" I cried while Jughead immediately wrapped his arms around my shaking body.

He held me close to him, me hiding my head in the deepest part of his chest, clutching his shirt with my fingers.

"You're not like your father. Not at all." His words were promising as he soothed them into my ear.