KamuKoma Oneshots (Complete)

Lonely (angst)

HUGE TW:
S/IC/DE AND S/H

A/N: I cried while making this, so it's really short

3rd Person POV:
"Izuru..."

"Izuru why..."

"Why do you love absolute trash, no worth to the human race..."

Only mumbling and quiet sobs could be heard throughout the room. He was trapped in his own mind, and he was growing more and more sick of it every day.

He had a knife laying on his desk, but never did anything with it, he just had it there.

"Izuru... I know you're not with me right now... but I know you're somewhere, and I just wanted to say..."

He picked up the knife and...

"I..."

He held it to his stomach...

"I... I... what..?"

He did nothing.

He threw the knife across the room and screamed at himself for whatever he was about to do. He hit himself in the arm until it bruised, then laid down onto his bed. He had bruises all over his body, but it wasn't from anyone else, it was from himself.

Nagito's POV:
NO-

NONONONONONONO

WHAT?

NO, STOP, PLEASE!! STOP

The knife left my hands as I started screaming. I repeatedly hit my arm on my desk until it started bruising, and I start crying even harder.

Was I... about to kill myself?

I looked at the bruises on my body, everywhere, and from my own beatings. Just when I thought I couldn't cry harder, I did, and it turned into almost repeated yelling. I held my head in my hands and kept screaming, out of fear...

...of myself.

I heard another thing other then my screaming...

A soft...

Quiet...

...Izuru?

"Nagito, I'm here, don't worry..." I looked up at him, a look of concern contrasting his comforting voice.

He sat next to me and gently caressed my back, comforting me like a mother comforting her son...

But I knew this wasn't real...

He died years ago.