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Dazed [MaskedMexican] TRIGGER WARNING

This one wasn't requested. I just felt in the mood to write a sad MaskedMexican one shot. This one is kinda based off a bunch of different songs, such as Take Me To Church by Hozier, Afraid by The Neighbourhood, and others.

You might need the tissues for this one.

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(Ohm's PoV)

"Ohm.... You there buddy?" Sark's voice echoed through my head like a call in an open tunnel. I snapped out of my daze to see that my prop had already been found and it had exchanged to the next round.

I glanced over at my monitor to see Max and Sark's worried faces. "Ohm? You okay?" Max questions with some worry.

I nod my head, but remembered that they couldn't see me. "Uh... Yeah.. Yeah. I'm fine." I lied through my teeth. My voice slightly trembled, and I was barely paying attention to the screen. Just blankly staring at it.

"G-guys", I paused while shutting down Garry's Mod, "I'm gonna go. I'm um... Really tired." It wasn't a full lie. I hadn't slept in days, but that wasn't the reason I was leaving.

"Okay. Get some sleep, dude. It sounds like you need it." ,Max replied. Oh, my sweet, sweet Maxie. 

"Yep. Bye Ohm." Sark called out.

 "Bye guys." With that, I backed out of the call.

Get some sleep, Ohmie. Or, you could do something else......

The voice in my head boomed in my head as I close my eyes.

Remember that little box? That one that you love so much? It looks so... Promising.

I shaked my head before pounding on the desk in front of me, sending a few things flying to the ground. My hands started to tremble and I felt hatred running through my veins.

I shut off my monitor and walk into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Pills, razor, comb... Aha! I pulled out the small brown box with smooth round corners.

Dumping out the contents, I examined what I had inside of it. A shiny blade that was slick with recent blood, healing cream, and bandages if things get too out of hand.

Your friends don't like you. Not even your little love, Max. He's got Renée. He doesn't like guys. Unlike you. You're a sick sinner. You deserve to rot in hell.

I pulled out the the blade, not even bothering to wipe off the blood from previous times. Pulling down my sleeve, I examine my old work. Some jagged and thick white scars, some cuts that were healing over, and some fresh and new cuts that still burned on contact. Various different words littered my skin, some in which including 'UGLY' and 'FAG'. 

When you wake up, somebody will take your place.

I brought the blade down.

You're hideous. No wonder why you don't show your face.
1,2,3,4

You are a sinner. You are sick.
5,6,7,8,9,10

You're afraid.
11,12,13

Nobody will care that you're dead.
14,15,16,17,18

Blood was gushing down the new array of fresh cuts, dripping down my arm. I cut too deep. Red stained my clothes and soon enough, my bathroom floor became slick with my own blood. I muttered some curse words under my breath.

I quickly grabbed the bandages and wrapped the art. Grey spots were clouding my vision as I fought consciousness. I waddled out of my bathroom, staining my light brown carpet along the way. Blood was already seeping through my thick bandages. 

I grabbed a pen and paper from my desk and walked my way back to my bathroom. I ripped a part of the paper off to write a small letter to Max that only consisted of 9 words.

I felt a buzz in my pocket and I pulled out my phone to see a few messages from Max.

From: Max

Ohm? Are you okay? You haven't texted me in a while.

From: Max

Ryan. Answer me, dammit.

From: Max

I'm coming over now. Don't do anything stupid that you'll regret.

I chuckled. Too late, Max.

I felt myself slip out of the hands of consciousness. I fell in the tub with a large THUD.

The only thing left that was left for Max to see was me in a bloody bathroom, along with a note on a crumpled piece of paper.

On that small and bloodied crumpled piece of paper said:

Max,

I may be sick, but I still love you.

- Ohm

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Also, thank you guys for over ONE THOUSAND READS! That is completely and utterly mind blowing to think that 1,000 people read my book. Just imagine, over one thousand people gathered in a house or something. It's more than you think it is.

I hope you enjoyed this one shot. Good luck to people with school! I won't be updating as much because I have way too many hard classes ;_;. Sorry!

~Cayla