Ardor ~ Skephalo Angst

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Trigger Warnings: Bullying, $elf-h@rm, and $uicidal thoughts

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"Alright, guys!" Zak exclaimed. "We've been streaming for three hours now, and it's currently 2 am here. As much as I hate to, we have to go."

Zak had been streaming with his friends Darryl, Clay, George, and Nick for eight hours now, and all of them were tired. Two months ago, the five decided to move in together, and none of them regretted it. Every day was a blast, and everyone seemed to enjoy it.

Everyone said goodbye as Zak clicked the 'End Stream' button on his screen, before turning and hugging everyone and heading to his room, everyone else doing the same.

Darryl's gleeful smile faded away as he approached his bedroom. His mind began to fill with thoughts and memories of the few days prior, making him want to disappear. Vincent was a man who hated the boy with a passion. Why? He didn't know, and quite frankly, he didn't want to know. He just wanted Vincent to go away.

"Behind the mall, 12:30 sharp. You're late, you're dead."

He didn't show up because of the stream he and his friends were in. It's fine. He thought, feeling tears begin to form. It's not like anyone would miss me. He glanced over to one of his bedroom drawers, hesitating before opening it and taking out a small blade hidden at the bottom. He pulled up his sleeves and began to quietly sob when he saw the number of scars on his arms. He took a deep breath before making one, two..... twelve cuts. By the twelfth, he just couldn't anymore. Blood was dripping from his arms and onto the floor as he shook and cried in pain.

"Why...do I do this..." He said between sobs. "I'm supposed to be the happy one everyone loves...why can't I just...be happy?" He kept repeating those words over and over in his head as he put bandages on his fresh cuts. Then he changed into a hoodie and sweatpants and got in bed. He hugged and cried into a pillow as all the bad thoughts consumed his head.

Useless

Disgusting

Ugly

Go die

Loser

Why not just kill yourself?

He shook his head trying to get the thoughts out. "Stop.." he said, "get out...g-go away." But they wouldn't.

I think we'd all be so much happier if you were gone

Do me and the rest of the world a favor and just pull the trigger

"No!" He yelled. Then he realized he yelled too loud. Oh no... he heard someone walking down the hall so he hid his mess of a face in the pillow and pretended to sleep. 

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"No!" Zak heard someone yell from down the hall. He got out of bed and went to Darryl's room where he thought he heard it from. When he opened the door, he saw him sleeping while cuddling a pillow. A light shade of red, along with a soft smile arose on his face. He smiled, taking a mental note of how adorable he looked in that state. Almost no one had known this, but Zak has had a crush on the boy for months. He's always been looking for signs that the other likes him too, but never found anything. He decided to keep his feelings to himself.

Upon further inspection, he realized that there was something reddish on the floor. Something almost like blood. He looked around and saw a bandage on the floor too. He looked back up at the sleeping boy, wondering if maybe he had hurt himself on purpose. After some time thinking, he decided that it was a stupid thought. The other was always happy, constantly smiling. He'd never do something like that. With a sigh, he returned to his own bedroom.

Darryl only opened his eyes when he was sure the other had left. Darn it...He saw all that on the floor...I hope he hasn't figured it out.. he thought. At this point, he was so tired and worn out from crying that he laid back down with the pillow in his arms, and fell asleep.

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