𝕊𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡

Crying blood, bleeding tears

Mentions of suicide/self harm actions
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Feeling the emotional pain within Sams chest colby tried his best to scramble for words. He felt utterly helpless as he watched his best friend make yet another deadly cut. The action alone making his own scarred wrist tingle. Bitting back his urges to stop him colby sat there patiently on the others bed, his head bowed as tears streamed down his sulking cheeks. He never wanted things to be like this.

Hissing Sam watched as his blood seeped from the new line, this one joining with another it so happened to lap over. A feeling of relief edging at his finger tips. Deeming himself emotionally ok Sam sighed deeply before placing the blade down, his shaky hand rolling down his sleeve before turning to look at Colby. The boy now looking at him with uncertainty. "Sam I-" cutting him off Sam smiled sadly. A soft "don't" lacing colbys ears before he nodded. He hated seeing Sam hurt himself, but how can you tell someone to stop doing something when you too do the same sinful act.

Slowly walking over to colby Sam plopped down next to his other half, his head resting neatly upon his shoulder making colby tense at the unexpected contact. Apologizing colby only nodded. He knew Sam didn't mean to startle him.

staring off into nothing in particular the two boys let the iry silence of the room bring comfort to them. There racing minds now blank at the moment. Numb. Neither knew what to say to each other, but they somehow communicated threw there silence. For example they both knew the pain they felt bonded them. They knew things about each other that not even there own selves knew. They knew that the pain they both felt within comforted them because they hadn't felt anything other then the feeling of darkness in so long.

At first when they both found out about each other's unhealthy habits they tried to stop the abuse they did on there selves. "Be good to yourself" Colby used to tell him. "Your beautiful please stop" but nothing could plug the gaping hole in Sams chest. The feeling of not being able to help making colbys own hole deepen. He felt responsible and stupid for not being able to help. Locking there selves away the two tried there best to avoid one another, but as expected the broken boys found each other once again. Now more broken then ever.

They remember speaking for the first time in months. The tension so thick you could cut into it. They both remember sobbing into each other's arms and apologizing over and over again. They hated the time they spent apart, the roommates not even noticing there distancing until it was to late.

Both boys were unbelievably broken. Depressed and fused into suicidal actions. They both wanted to help each other, but neither knew how.

Deciding to break the tension colby spoke first, his words wavered and full of doubt. Almost like he was scared for what he would hear in return. Listing Sam almost flinch from the sudden question. His eyes closing before taking in a deep breath.

"W-when do you think this will end. Y-you know, the depression" heart skipping a beat Sam felt the burning need to cut again, one thing about him for certain was that he could never contain his urges. He always did what his mind told him to.

"It ends when it ends you" not speaking directly about colby but himself Sam didn't hesitate to pull his body up. His fingers reaching for the blade sitting on the dresser we're he had left it before taking it to his wrist again. This time colby didn't want to stop him, better yet join him.

"Oh"