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🏬Attention🏬 {Skull}

I'm sorry this is short, but I'm venting. I need to let out some feelings that I've been keeping in. I'll probably rewrite the chapters that were deleted, if I find motivation. But for now take some angst. this wasn't proof read, so if there's any mistakes I don't care. I'll probably fix them after.

Requested by: nobody
Character: Skull
Type of oneshot: Angst
Takes place: Inkopolis
Reader gender: Male.
Description: no.

(i/c) means inkling or octoling
(f/c) means favourite colour

⚠️⚠️WARNING: SWEARING, MENTIONS OF SEX, SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOLISM⚠️⚠️

The sun shone bright on this beautiful spring afternoon. Birds chirped, the city was alive, everything was perfect. Perfect, if you weren't me.

I stood on the ledge of the building, looking down at one of the busiest streets in Inkopolis. Inklings and octolings passing by without batting an eye at me. A depressed smile sat on my face, knowing that after I'm gone nobody will notice. Nobody will care. Everything will continue. I made no impact, my death will leave no impact.

But the world left an impact on me.

Rage built up inside me. Rage against the world, against my mother, against Skull. Rage against everything that hurt me in my still young life. That rage turned to sadness, emptiness, then back to rage. Thoughts swirled in my mind, my thoughts hazy and unclear. My body seemed to move on it's own

I'm running

Why am I running ?

Where am I going..?

Stop running!

My balled up fist collided with the metal door now in front of me. I could feel my arm break from the impact. I let out an ear splitting scream as pain overwhelmed my senses, I could see my vision blurring. The other thoughts within my clouded mind were replaced with pain; fear. Why did I do that? Was I letting in my feelings, trying to relive stress? I don't know...

I took my old model smartphone out of my pocket, entering the password correctly somehow and going to the camera app. I pressed record, my pale, slender fingers shaking desperately. My good arm extended, and I recorded my face.
"Th-this is (Y/N) (L/N), age 19. This is m-me...saying my f...final goodbye. I have no one to sa-say goodbye to. Maybe someone will find this? Can I say good..b-bye to you...if you're watching this? Well, g-goodbye.

I have nothing to live for. Everyone goes by without a second glance. Nobody acknowledges me. Nobody loves me...every single miserable day of my life is a desperate cry for help. I'm alone, fighting for my life against the darkness all by myself. I make no impact on this world. Lonely, no good people like me don't get to make a difference. We don't get to change this place for the better. We get to see it moved on without us. Like we're not even here in the first place. What was I meant to do? And maybe, maybe when I broke my arm and I screamed. Maybe that was a cry. My anger at the world, my sadness, my confusion, focused in making me cry out again. For someone to hear. Well, this is my final cry. The last thing you'll hear from me.

Mom, I hate you. You abused me, used me. Made me do everything for you, then threw me out once I finally trusted you enough to tell you something I discovered about myself. I can never ever forgive you for the cruel actions you did. You are a horrible person, and I hope you rot in a pile of shit. You are my worst enemy, and the reason all this happened in the first place. With all my being, I wish for you go to hell and burn in it's flames.