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Burden

~Self harm warning~

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"Hey, I know I haven't been in the best place lately but do you think we could do something later on today?" Jughead asked in the living room of his and Betty's house.

Jughead's dad had passed away a couple of days ago after loosing his battle with alcohol, and Jughead fell into a deep depression. He didn't want to do anything or go anywhere much anymore, and he felt Betty growing distant. 

"Um I needed a distraction, from um, all of this so I'm going with Veronica for the night." She answered. 

"Betty, why don't you just stay home and we can watch movies, or play a game. You know like old times?"

"Jughead please don't start. Don't do this. I need a distraction from everything and I'm not going to cancel on Veronica."

He gave up on trying to convince her stay, "Fine, what about tomorrow? We could go out to the lake or something." 

She smiled, "Yeah that sounds like fun, I'm going to go get ready now."

A while later Betty went downstairs and promised Jughead she'd be home that night. But Jughead knew that she was lying, because she always did this she was going to come home tomorrow morning too hungover to do anything and he would have to deal with it. 

He didn't really want to be alone while he was grieving his father's death. He wanted to be held because he was scared of losing everything he loved. But there was nothing he could do, so he got up from his position on the couch and walked up to his and Betty's bedroom hoping to get some sleep. Not even 30 minutes into his sleep he woke up, the voices in his head not leaving him alone and telling him to do things he shouldn't do. 

He really didn't want to get up and walk to the bathroom, but something in his head told him he needed to rid of the pain and that was the only way out. He sat on the seat the toilet in the bathroom contemplating whether he should do it or not. Part of him hoped that Betty would actually come home on time and stop him, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Betty was too busy having the time of her life in a club nearby, drinking her worries away. 

Soon he couldn't take the voices anymore and he wanted a release. He wanted to feel pain because of something else and not his dad for the fact that Betty didn't want to be there for him anymore. Without thinking he took the razor from the cabinet and started cutting. Line after line,  till there was no more space left. He wanted to stop he really did, but something inside him wouldn't let him stop and he kept going until he passed out from the pain and loss of blood. 

Maybe in the end that was his way out.

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Betty didn't get home until afternoon. Completely forgetting about hers and Jughead's plans for the day. She walked in to her house getting a weird feeling. Everything was in place, just the way she'd left everything before she went out. She walked up the stairs calling his name. "Juggie!" No reply. "Jug? You didn't die on me did you?" She laughed, joking around. She walked into their bedroom not ready for what she would see next. 

As she made her way into the bathroom she saw it, his cold, limp body lying on the floor. "Juggie! Oh my god no this can't be- you can't be no!" Running she went for help hoping that her lover could be saved. But even then she knew that his chances were slim, it had been a long time and he'd lost a lot of blood. 

~At the hospital~

"He's lucky he's breathing. He lost a lot of blood and those cuts where pretty deep. He's still unconscious but you can go in and see him." The doctor said.

Betty smiled and thanked the doctor as she made her way into the room. Her heart ached at the sight of Jughead on the bed, maybe this was her fault, none of this would've happened if she went home that night like she promised.

"Juggie, I'm sorry I'm the worst person out here. I should've went home on time like I had promised you I would. I could've stoped you, I could've helped you. I'm so stupid, I knew what you were going through and I still went out. I'm so sorry but please wake up."

And just like that he did.

"Betty? Where am I?" He said confused. "Jug you tried to take your life yesterday. I'm so sorry this is my fault."

He realized what happened. "It's not your fault Betty" he said, letting out a big sigh. "I just wished then that you were there. Not that I could've forced you or anything, I understand why you were growing distant, and why you wanted to go out more. I'm sorry I'm a burden. He finished.

"You're not a burden my love, I was the shitty person here. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry for growing distant when you needed me most."

And then he knew that he would be okay.

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The ending is shit and I low-key wanted to kill him off but I didn't.

Suicide or self-harm is not the answer or the way out. Remember you all have so much to live for and yes- you are loved. If you're ever feeling like Jughead was, don't be scared to send me message and I will gladly help any of you. I love you guys :)