Countryhumans Songfics (Oneshots)

🌧 Skin and Bones 🌧

Character(s): Third Reich

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TW: Dysphoria

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It was early in the morning, around two. Third Reich couldn't sleep, thoughts flooding his head. A joint was in his hand, the German taking occasional puffs. Everything felt like it was going to shit. He'd been depressed for years, since he was only 9 years old. Nothing worked anymore, he was already 16 now. All he did was destroy his body with various drugs and alcohols, whatever he could get. Really, it didn't matter to him. This all started because of the realization he was trans. His step father didn't take lightly to it, now Reich was stuck with him until he had enough money to escape. But well, if he could barely get out of bed every day, how would he ever get a job?

Sighing softly, Reich just shook his head, placing the joint to the side. Getting up and walking into the bathroom, his hand searched for the light switch before turning it on. The brightness blinded him momentarily, causing Reich to groan. That sure didn't help his headache. His tired eyes trailed to the mirror, the first thing Reich noticed being his chest and hair. Averting his eyes, a bad feeling bubbled inside of him. Oh god, not again. Sadly though, there was nothing he could do, and in a sudden panic he grabbed scissors that sat by his sink. He always contemplated it, tears now forming in his eyes. Grabbing a piece of hair, his hands were shaking as he cut it off. It was a bit difficult since the scissors weren't very sharp. Though, seeing the tuft of hair in his hand just fueled the frustration inside him. Starting to cry, Reich just went for it, starting to cut off his hair without a care. He wasn't gentle, just wanting it gone. Every time he grabbed and pulled, there was a reminder that he would never truly be a boy.

Throwing the scissors after a few minutes, the German clutched onto his head and sobbed. Taking a few moments to breathe, slowly he looked up at the mirror. His expression was wearier than before and his hair was short but extremely uneven. For a moment, Reich just stood and stared at the reflection he couldn't call himself. Reaching up, hesitantly he touched his hair, watching the person in the mirror do the same. Just that made him start to shake, balling his fists.

Crying out, without thinking Reich quickly punched the mirror. He watched it shatter and crack, unable to make a clear reflection anymore. Breathing sharply, loud sobs escaped him as he pulled his hand back, blood dripping down onto the floor. Everything was spinning and Reich backed up into the wall, sliding down until he was sitting. All he could do was cry, wishing everything would stop. It's not like he wanted this, never would he want to feel this way. Why him? Out of everyone... why him...?

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I unpublished this on August 10th but never published it again oops, I'm really sorry ):

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