BMC Reacts to Revival BMC!! {{SEQUEL}} - DISCONTINUED

~Intermission~ {Taking Out the Trash}

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS- PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I apologize for the angst ahead of time. It's just kinda healing to be able to write some good old angst-

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Inside the bathroom, Jeremy sits on the white tile floor and sobs. Michael was so hurt, and it was all his fault. He could never do anything to make it better.

Shakily and raspily, he begins muttering to himself.

"I'm the one who isn't good enough. Michael would be so much better off if I'd just ended myself instead of drawing this out and hurting him. Maybe if I got rid of myself now, it would put an end to at least some of his pain," he mummers, slowly opening the cabinet under the sink.

Digging around, he finally finds a box of those razor blades for those refillable shaving products. Jeremy opens it up and picks out a particularly sharp blade, examining it in the dim glow of the bathroom lights.

"This should do the trick. I'm sure I'll remember how to do this correctly. Heh, it's time to take out the trash," he smirks, knowing deep down that he shouldn't be this excited to take his own life. But it was all so close... all the pieces were there. He was a terrible person. He hurt Michael. Nothing was ever going to be okay as long as he was on this earth. 

Jeremy scoots closer to the door, pressing his ear up against it. He can only hear the faint mutters of his friends, presumably all focused on Michael.

"Like they should be..." he thinks out-loud. Why would they even give him a second thought. They wouldn't care.

He leans up against the door and picks up the razor blade in his left hand, looking it over one last time. It should be sharp enough, he thinks, putting it lightly up against the skin on the underside of his right arm. He stares at his pale skin, clearly seeing the veins underneath. They were close... he just had to work a bit to get at them.

Pressing down, he quickly gets the blade into his soft, tender flesh. Blood instantly starts seeping out of the small cracks, getting onto the blade. He smiles as he feels the pain that he hasn't felt in so long, well, at least not on his arm. His thighs were a different story. Those looked like a mess of old scars and deep red gashes. This wasn't the first time he has punished himself for all of the pain he's caused. 

Jeremy grimaces, the pain hitting him like a truck. It'd been so long since he touched his arms with a blade. He digs it a bit deeper, then with a clean sweeping motion, quickly sliced open a large gash on his arm. Blood comes out of the wound almost immediately, and he feels faint already. He smirks in a sickened sort of way. It was a huge relief to be able to bleed so quickly. The thoughts in his mind only became more twisted as he picked up the razor again.

He presses it against his wrist, ready to end it all. No one was actually going to stop him.

Taking a deep breath, Jeremy quietly prepares himself for the cut that would lead to his death. Except, he suddenly hears a voice from behind him.

"You may want to rethink this rash decision, Jeremy," the SQUIP says in its signature icy tone. But... it sounds like it's actually trying here. Like it... cares...?

Jeremy turns around, razor still against his wrist. "Wh-what-? Why do you care!?"

The SQUIP sighs and shakes his head, "You know, I still care about your survival.. Even if you don't think I do, I want to see you succeed. It's in my programming, after all-"

He scoffs, staring at the body of the super computer. "Psh, of course. The only thing that actually cares about me is the thing that literally has no way to get out of liking me.. Thanks.."

He turns, putting his back to the SQUIP. It sighs, calculating its next move. Quickly, it disappears, leaving Jeremy alone. "Thankfully," he says, slightly sarcastically. Ultimately, Jeremy does not plan on leaving this bathroom alive.

Focusing on the razor again, he hesitates, hearing the voices of Chloe, Jenna, and Jake outside. They sound desperate, all banging on the door, presumably to get to Jeremy. No, he wasn't going to let them have the last word. Absolutely not. If they really want in here, it's over his dead body. Literally.

Just as he pushes the blade into his skin to end it all, the three burst the door open.

"JEREMY-"

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