TW: SUICIDE, CUTTING, Depreciation for our trash rat, angst
"Why do you eat deodorant?" asked Roman, staring at Remus judgementally.
"Why do you always talk about sex?" asked Virgil, elbowing Remus in the side.
"Why do you always shout random things?" asked Patton.
"Why can't you calm down?" asked Janus, staring at Remus.
"Why are you so dumb?" asked Logan, crossing his arms.
"Why can't you be like us?" asked Roman.
"Why can't you be normal like us?" everyone asked in sync
"Deodorant is toxic, it leads to death. It's an escape for me- I can't help it! I want to be like you but I can't!! I've tried! I don't know!!! I CAN'T! DON'T YOU THINK I'VE TRIED?? EVERYONE HATES ME BUT YOU DON'T REALISE I HATE MYSELF MORE!-" Remus screamed, tears pouring down his face. He sunk down, sobbing, and popped up in his bathroom.
He locked the door, and smashed his mirror.
Picking up a large shard, he made a slice through his arm.
Then another...
He wrote all the hateful things that the others said to him on his arms. A friendly little reminder of what he really was. A monster. A mistake. A freak. Not needed. An inconvenience.
All of these words ran through his head, and he hesitantly opened the small window.
Stepping out into the cool night air, he climbed onto the roof. He looked down. The fall would be enough, right?
Remus stood on the edge. He didn't think. He didn't hesitate.
He jumped, the last thing he heard was the satisfying splat of his body on the pavement below.
Wtf am I doing here?
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Sanders Sides One Shots
FanfictionThis is a one shot book about the Sanders Sides. None of the characters are mine. I am open to requests, just comment and I will try and do it to the best of my ability.
