It has been a few weeks and they both haven't moved on. Aziraphale is still trying to find answers from Gabriel but he won't tell him anything. Gabriel kept quiet and he started to feel guilty for what he had done, but didn't want to admit it. He knew as soon as he went back to Heaven that God would punish him for lying.
Crowley lay in the bathtub, one arm hanging off the side as he slept with tears on his cheeks. He had fallen asleep from crying too much and the pounding headache he had developed from sobbing loudly and punching himself in the head. There was a puddle of red on the floor; blood rolling down the cuts on his fragile arm onto the floor and staining the rug.
He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, groaning, "I guess it all wasn't a dream.."
Crowley got out of the bath and looked at his arm. He had carved 'AZIRAPHALE' onto his arm whilst heavily drunk. He miracled some meth onto the kitchen table and walked over to it, sighing.
"Something to help me forget about this for a while.." Crowley choked on some tears. He knew Aziraphale would hate that he would start drugs, but he wasn't here.
He closed his eyes, taking the point of view of another person to see how to use meth correctly. Gently nodded to himself, Crowley followed along and felt nothing afterwards.
"Does drugs even w-" Crowley was cut off by a heavy hit of high.
He saw colours and felt unstoppable. Cocaine appeared on the table and he sniffed it, starting to giggle as he began to lose self control. The plants trembled slightly as if they knew this was a bad thing; that or they're still terrified of Crowley. He went out of his house and went to the worst reviewed club and saw the a huge buff guy. The guy ignored him as he walked over.
"Woah you're massive. How did you get so buff?" Crowley giggled before grabbing the man's biceps.
The man pushed him off and mumbled a 'freak' under his breath. Crowley grabbed the man's pecs and started to laugh.
"You could breastfeed with these!"
The man, again, pushed Crowley away. He went to call a bouncer but Crowley decided to punch the guy, badly hurting his wrist in the process.
"YOU'RE A ROBOT! WE HAVE A CYBORG!" Crowley yelled, laughing afterwards.
The man rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Crowley by his head, hitting it against a table. Crowley kicked him in the balls and chuckled, grabbing him by his throat. 4 other men ran over and started to punch Crowley, to which he didn't fight back. He enjoyed the pain. Eventually the bouncers escorted Crowley out and kicked out the other men, to which they spat on Crowley before leaving...
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A Harmful Lie
FanfictionIneffable Husbands angst fic. Contains sensitive topics like self harm, suicide attempts etc.