this is boyxboy so if you're not comfortable with that, it's cool. just saying that so you'll know. Suicidal shit be happening in here my dudes and dudetts. Haha, theres smut y'all. I can write that shit, but it's terrible and there will be fluff. a...
Scott lay on his bed, still staring at the ceiling. That, however didnt stop him from noticing William standing in the doorway. "What do you want, Will. He spat out the name with hatred. William let it cut through him. "Just....checking on you. Hows your leg?"
Scott glared. "First of all, I dont need to be 'checked on' by you. Second, my leg hurts like all hell." Will gave a half shrug, and replied with, "Well maybe you shouldn't have stabbed yourself." Scott's lip twitched in frustration as he said nothing. He just continued to glare.
There was longer than a minute of silence, which made Scott very uncomfortable. "Why are you still here?" He demanded, moving his damaged leg back and forth to get used to it. William snapped his head up from where he was looking. "Right. Sorry. I'll leave now." He turned around. "Will?" Scott called after him, and let's just say William's hope got high. Way too high. "Yeah?" He asked, and was instantly shot down by Scott's next remark.
"Dont come back."
William nodded and sighed. "Yeah. I wont. Bye Scotty." Scott glared, and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Fuck you too, Afton." He stood up on his leg without the crutches as William left. He held onto the wall, trying to balance his legs. He hissed as pressure hit his leg. "Ow!" He repeated the phrase as he walked back and forth in his room.
Eventually he didnt need the wall for support. He was able to limp his way back and forth. He decided to celebrate this by going stargazing. Not the most uniqe--wait. Yeah. It is. He limped his way to his dresser and got a change of clothes. He didnt need them. He just felt like taking a shower first.
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Will sat in his car for longer than he needed to. It wasnt his fault Scott stabbed himself. It's not his fault Scott was quote on quote, 'depressed'. It wasnt his fault that he developed feels for Scott.
But it was, god dammit.
It was his fault.
"Screw you too, emotions." He sighed, resting his head on the hot leather steering wheel. Elizabeth- Circus Baby- whatever she wanted to be called walked out of the house. "Father? Are you upset?" She asked through the car window. William shook his head, still processing things.
Elizabeth slowly nodded and bent over, trying to get him to talk. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" Silence. Then a slow nod yes. Will got out of his car, and slowly walked into his dark house.
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"Ow! Fudge!" Scott gasped in pain. He wasnt yet used to walking on his leg. The doctors said he had to wait to walk but he dudnt want to wait. He wanted to walk now. He wanted to stop being so....useless. He wanted to prove that he didnt need anyone's help.
He certainly didnt need his help.
He gave up on stargazing after realizing that he hurt too much to make it three feet away from his bed. He looked around his room and his eyes landed on something.
What he called a best friend.
Something shiny and silver, that glinted in the pale moonlight of his room. Something that was sharp, and covered on the tips with dry blood. Something he loved but hated oh so much. Something that if you used the wrong way, would kill you instantly. Something that he avoided untill his mother died.
Something that took his pain away.
----(time skip because I dont want to describe what our angel baby just did. Though I think you know--)
Blood. That's all he saw. There was blood on the razor. Blood on the floor. Blood on his arm. That was it. Just.....
Blood.
He hated it. He hated the sight of hit. The smell of it. The mere thought of it. Yet here he was. Putting a razor to his arm to make himself bleed. It's funny how someone who looks so happy all the time could do that.
He shook. With anger, and sadness, and fear. He was terrified. Terrified of the fact he does this to himself, of the fact his mom would be so, so disappointed in him. The fact that if the wrong person were to find out about him doing this he could get sent to a mental hospital. The fact that it helped him. It all scared him. He looked up at his closet and saw something else.
A rope.
A rope that didnt look to strong, but was. A rope that could hold a lot of things up. Including a human. A rope is all he needs to end this. Except...
What about Jeremy? Or Mike? Or Fritz? Or his friends? Or...Will? They would be devastated if he did that. He would be devastated if one of them did it. But... he needed too. He needed this. He wanted to be free.
He needed to be free.
Tears made thier way out of his eyes. Scott got up and slowly made his way to the closet for The rope.
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Its F.Foxy fused with Lolbit. It has nothing to do with this. But still--
