Trigger warnings: Blood, self - harm, death and talk of death, crying and unsympathetic!Patton.
Genre: Big angst
Requested by: SammysLovesWriting
and Aphmaufan9000168
I'm sorry it's so short! I am not good with angst. :(
Before we start!
Stay safe kiddos ❤ Please please stay alive and don't do what Remus did. You are so, so loved and cared about. I love every single one of you so much individually. My dms are ALWAYS open ❤💘
Remus sniffled as tears flowed down his face, leaning against the bathroom cupboard.
He was sick of it all.
Sick of Roman being the "better brother"; he had it all.
Sick of being intrusive thoughts. Sick of having horrible, nasty, scary thoughts. He was sick of annoying everyone with them. He was sick of scaring people.
Remus hated thinking Bad Things. Forbidden thoughts. Patton always scolded him for it, even when he tried so, so hard to be good.
But nobody could see it, not even Dee.
Nobody really understood.
Remus was alone.
He listened quietly to the ticking of the clock next door. How odd, really, was time. Time was inevitable, he supposed. Much like death, in a way.
He should make that into a poem, he considered. But then again, who would want to read it?
Trembling, Remus reached for the blade, hovering it above his arm. And then, blood. It dripped and zigzagged down his arm, scarlet and metaly. Another cut. How many more? How long before he hit a vein? He wondered, before the world went black.
[Word Count 258 words.]
