SCP Short Stories

My Desire

Warning: Thoughts of suicide and self-harm are mentioned and explained in this chapter. Please do not think I encourage any of this. If you are suffering from Depression please know that I love you and I am also currently trying to deal with it. You are not alone with this. If you wish to talk about it, my PM is always open. I also support that you gain help from a professional.

The ticking of a clock echo throughout the decent-sized chamber. It was the only sound to be made. Until Dr. Bright came in the room, crashing the door open.

"Another successful experiment, wouldn't you say, Clef?" Dr. Bright burst into his room with a cheerful tone.

Dr. Clef was leaning on the door frame. "We didn't even do anything. You were just bungee jumping from 682's cell."

"Exactly. We found out that the rope isn't strong enough to hold me."

"You almost fell into that lizard's mouth."

I wish I did. "But I didn't. Which is the important part." No, it isn't.

Dr. Clef sighed and shook his head. "You really need to stop. I need to go. I'll see ya later."

Bright laughed and waved at his friend. "Yeah sure. See ya later."

Dr. Cleff closed the door and left Bright all alone. The room was silent and the sound of ticking came back. Dr. Bright's smile faded to a frown. He walked towards his bed but instead of sitting on it, he sat on the floor and leaned his back on the side of the bed.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Slowly, Jack Bright turned his head to the wall where his cat clock was placed; the eyes and tail moving from side to side. All he can do is stare at the one thing mocking him.

Time.

No matter what, he always had all the time in the world. Never once did he have to worry about death because he always comes back. Always. He was going to stay like this forever. Watching everyone leave while he remains. Never will he have the satisfaction of being free. Many people would have wanted this; to be immortal. But not him. He never wanted this. He never wanted to live forever. He never wanted to see people he cares about leave without him. He never wanted to be placed with this stupid SCP. But now he himself has become one.

Dr. Bright looked down at 963. He started remembering everything he has ever done to kill himself. All of them failing.

With his right hand, he lifted the round necklace and examined it. Quiet tears started dropping from his eyes. Soon sniffling came and started crying completely.

He let go of the necklace and let it dangle around his neck. He pulled his knees up to his chest and cried into it. More awful memories started flooding into his mind. So many people thought of him as a screw off. No one took him seriously. They thought that everything he did was to distract them from doing work. They just don't know why he does it.

There is only so much time until one of his friends leave for freedom. He wants to have as much fun time with them as possible. Sometimes they're grateful to him for releasing them from their boredom, other times they'll yell at him and tell him to be serious for once. It breaks his heart, honestly.

Dr. Bright keeps crying. He stands up and goes to his private bathroom. He turns the lights on and sees all the broken shards of glass on the floor. He never bothered to clean that up. What was the point anyway? It's not like anyone comes into his room.

He steps over the glass and turns his body towards the sink. Glass and dried blood were scattered all over it. He looks up where the mirror should be. It was all broken and shattered. He broke it himself after being too tired of seeing his reflection. The reflection that's always changing. He was always a different person and he hated it. He missed his body. But what can he do? Nothing. He can do nothing. It's gone, anyway.

He placed both his hands on the counter and leaned down. His crying turned down to sniffles. Slowly he reached towards one of the broken pieces of glass and look at himself. Right there was a face he's never recognized.

He rolled up the sleeve to his left and placed the glass shard towards his sensitive skin. He pressed hard on the skin using the shard. Blood was slowly dripping down his arm and into the sink. He kept going until it hurt too much. He stopped and placed the shard down.

It was sick. He knew that. But he would rather have this than feel his emotional pain. He'll do anything to distract him from that.

Bright turned the sink on and rinsed the blood off. He proceeded to take the first aid kit out and do everything he needs to do before bandaging his arm.

After all that, he walked out of the bathroom and turned the lights off. He walked towards the bed and belly flopped on it. He grabbed his unicorn and hugged it close to him, then placed a light kiss on it. He reached his hand up to his lamp from the side of his bed and turned it off.

There he lays, all alone, with his demons.