Bughead & Sprousehart Oneshots

i can't do this.

trigger warning 💯
mentions of self harm, self harm, anxiety, depression and suicidal thoughs !

Betty Cooper

I can't do this.

My life is completely falling apart. I'm the person who everyone sees as having their life together.

Everyone comes to me with all their problems and tells me how I give the best advice.

But no one ever seems to care about how I'm doing.

Even when they ask the cliche line "How are you?" You respond with "I'm alright" or "I'm okay" and they don't respond anymore or just ignore your response and start talking about something else.

I'm the person who puts everyone else's happiness before my own, and I question why because when does anyone ever do that for me.

and sometimes I feel like I just can't do it anymore.

When I say can't do it anymore, I'm not talking just about being suicidal, I'm talking about feeling physically, mentally, and emotionally dead, to the point where I can just lay in bed for hours staring at the ceiling not realising the time that has gone by.

I have no motivation to do anything.

Then I eventually just isolate myself from everyone, even my closest friends.

It's not the feeling that I can't do it anymore that gets me, it's all the other stuff that comes with it.

It's the feeling of being left out, lonely, uncared for, overwhelmed, and so much more.

Which is why, I'm alone.

I have a boyfriend, I have 2 bestfriends and my family that I could go to, but I question whether or not they'll care.

Jughead Jones, my boyfriend. I used to tell him everything.

But I haven't been.

I've been hiding the lines that I made to numb the pain.

I've been hiding the cresent-shaped wounds on my palms.

My green eyes are dull.

My iconic ponytail is in a messy bun.

I, Betty Cooper, cannot do this.

Jughead has been busy with the Serpents and G&G.

I mean, if it's his escape from me, I'd understand.

I can't bear with me either.

My Mom has been busy with the farm.

Veronica and Archie have been busy with Hiram.

But I've been busy with my emotions.

Stupid, fucking emotions.

No one is around anymore.

They're all too busy to realise I'm drowning.

I look in the mirror and I hate what I see staring back at me.

A useless, disappointment of a bestfriend, girlfriend and daughter.

I roll my sleeves up, and see all of the scars littered on my arms and hands.

What is wrong with me?

I walk into the bathroom and reach up to the cabinet.

I grab the razor blades and sit in the bath tub.

I slide the shiny blade across my forearm and hiss at the sting.

I forget the pain and do this 19 more times.

I turn on the taps of the bath and clean some of the fresh blood off.

I start to feel a little lightheaded and then everything fades away.

Jughead Jones

Today I finally get to hang out with my beautiful girlfriend.

Have a break from G&G and the Serpents.

I arrive at the Cooper house and knock on their red door.

No one answers so I decide to use the key Betty gave me.

I walk in and look around.

No Betty?..

I walk upstairs and check her bedroom.

No Betty again?

I walk to the bathroom.

I knock on the door.

"Betts? You in there?" I yell.

I get no answer so I open the door.

My jaw drops to the floor and I can feel tears coming.

My girlfriend is in her bathtub, blood everywhere and she's unconscious.

I gasp and dash to the bathtub.

I pick Betty up and sit her in a chair.

I quickly bandage her arms and plop her into her bed.

I walk back into her bathroom and grab the razor blades.

I shove them into my pockets and check the cupboards.

I clean the bath and then walk back to Betty's room.

I get into her bed and lay next to her.

How am I so stupid?

How did I not see she was in pain?

Why did she not tell me?

A million questions circle my head and I sigh.

I look at the beautiful blonde next to me and kiss her head.

I stroke her hair with my hand and pull her closer.

After an hour, Betty stirs awake.

"Hey Betts." I sigh.

"Hey Juggi- JUGGIE?" She gasps.

"Hey, calm down." I say calmly.

"I'm sorry." She sniffles and looks down.

"You don't have to be sorry. I should be sorry. I wasn't there for you. You didn't feel like you could trust me. That's my bad. But please don't do this baby." I cry.

"I love you." She whispers.

"I love you Juliet." I whisper back.

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Betty walks out to the waiting room.

I stand up and embrace her into a hug.

"How was it?" I smile.

"Emotional, but I'll be okay." She giggles.

Ever since I found out of her mental illnesses, I suggested psychology.

Of course, she refused.

But she eased into the idea and she's on the track of recovery.

She's officially 2 months clean and I couldn't be more proud.

Like everyone says, it gets better.