Is the Captain okay

They think I'm okay

Captain Barnacles P.O.V

I woke up and walked to the bathroom (In this universe they have bathrooms connected to their rooms.)
I look in the mirror, I want to smash the mirror so bad. I pick up my razor and pull up my sleeves revealing lots of cuts. I raise the blade to my arms and cut.  I made so many new cuts on my arm. I Finally put the razor down and washed the blood off my arm.

I changed into my uniform and went to the launch bay.

(Later)

The rest of the team was here and doing their job. "Captain there's a huge storm on its way here." Dashie said. "Thank you dashie" I said. I know today it going to be hell everyday is hell.

(Later)

Kwazii's P.O.V

I'm bored I have to wait for this storm to be over. Everyone has something to do and I don't. I was sitting in my room doing nothing. I went to the launch bay for no reason. I saw the Captain standing there he looked to be thinking. "Aye Captain" I say. Captain Barnacles turns around to look at me and says "Hey Kwazii." I go over to him, " I ran out of music to play I've been playing the same 7 songs over and over again to ignore the-" I get interrupted by the sound of thunder and I jump. I try not to cry as the memories keep flooding my mind.

My captain notices this and tries to comfort me.

(Later)

I've calmed down and we started to talk again. "I'm bored" I say. "I know you are" my Captain said.

Captain Barnacles P.O.V

I look at Kwazii and sigh. I love him but I can't tell him I don't deserve him. I'm so selfish I feel terrible and I hate myself but I have a good life. I don't deserve my role. "Captain" Kwazii says, I look at him " yes" I say. "Do you wanna see my Pokemon card collection" he asked me. " Yes and wait you collect Pokemon cards. " I asked. Kwazii nodded, He got his binder and showed me his cards, I still felt like sh*t but I pretended to be fine. "You have a holographic Charizard." I said. " Yup" Kwazii said.

(Later)

I felt a little better with Kwazii but I know he doesn't like me. I look at the time it's ten pm, I go up the Octoshoot to my room. I go into my bathroom and find my razor  I pull up my sleeves and cut, I feel better doing this. I wash the cuts and pull down my sleeves, I put on my pajamas and lay in bed.

I don't deserve to live, I'm worthless, the crew doesn't need me, they would be better off without me. I look over at my clock it's two am, typical, I can't sleep. If I fall asleep tonight

I don't ever want to wake up