(Trigger Warning: #sadstuck #suicidal thoughts #selfharm You have been warned-)
"Shut up...shut up, shut up..." Tikore growled quietly, pulling his knees to his chest.
"Tch. Whore."
"Worthless."
"Even your brother has replaced you~"
The seadweller tensed in his position, eyes shutting closed while his hands covered his ears. "S-Shut up!"
"You weren't fun anymore~"
"He got someone better~ Someone who could actually please him~" One had hissed cruelly.
A short sudden laugh echoed in his ears, causing him to flinch.
"Soon, your matespirt will do the same~ He'll find you boring and-"
"SHUT UP!" His fists came down on the ground, fuchsia tears welling in his eyes. "I d-don't want to hear t-this anymore! Just shut up! P-Please.."
"Aw, is the poor baby gonna cry~?"
"Pathetic."
"If you want this to end, fucking kill yourself already~ No one needs you around~"
"P-People need me.."
"Like who~? Everyone else is to busy being truly happy to need you~"
"Your just dead weight."
"I-I...I'm not..." He voice faded out as he thought of what to say in reply. There wasn't anything to say though.
"Do you finally see the truth~?"
"Hm~? Do you see what we've been telling you~?"
"I...I-I'm a whore...A nothing...Everyone is growing tired of me..."
"Mhm~ You're just taking up precious space meant for someone else~ Someone who belongs with Dakota, who deserves to be Hikaru's brother~"
Tikore stood slowly and nodded limply at the voice, biting his lip as he went numb, looking dead.
"Nothing. Dead weight. Filling up empty space..." His tone even was dead.
He made his way out of his room and into the kitchen, happy for a small instance that his brother wasn't at home.
His eyes barely gleamed as he picked up a knife and twirled it in his hands, swallowing thickly.
"That's it~ End this pathetic excuse of a life~ They won't even miss you~"
Shaking slightly, the knife came down on his skin, slowly carving words into the flesh.
Useless..
Whore..
Boring..
Pathetic..
The Page flinched each time in pain as he cut, blood welling up and spilling over his arm. His tears mixed with the blood.
"Good, good~"
"Now just cut one vein~"
"End it all~"
"I-I'm sorry...everyone...I'm s-sorry...F-Forgive me, Dakota..Hikaru..." He closed his eyes tightly, taking in a shaky breath as the knife dripped.
One last cut. On the vein. Than it'll end. Everyone will be better off. That's what he thought; that's what the ungrateful, lying voices told him was for the best. But is it?
