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Roman's Downfall

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Hold up! Before reading if you can't do blood or any of the triggers from Blade, do not read! Please skip to the next oneshot. If not then enjoy!

This is from a role play I did with some friends so yeah, Human AU.

3rd Person Pov

He sits on the bed staring at the wall. He weakly threw a pillow at the wall.

"I was so close...."

He rocks back and forth, a broken sob escaping as his vision blurred with tears, "I want Lo...."

He slipped out of bed and felt under his bed, pulling out a box, "Patt isn't the only one with a box."

'What would Logan think of this?'

'Logan isn'there.'

'What about Patton? Virgil? Janus? Remus?'

'....they're not in here.'

He pulled his shirt off unlocking the box. He grabbed one of the razors and made cuts before sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed. He pushed the box back under the bed and stared at the razpr in his hand. A river of red trailed down his chest and arms, he didn't care. He sat with dull eyes staring at the razor. He tossed the bloodied razor on the nightstand and watched the blood run down his chest and arms. He watched it run and drop on the ground staining it a crimson red. He didn't care. He wanted the pain. It made him feel alive. He loved it. He turned his wrist around and hummed as he read what he engraved in his arm.

Useless.

Mistake.

Freak.

Stupid neko.

Worthless.

He let out a chuckle, "Till someone gets hurt~..."

Roman laid down on the ground staring at the ceiling. Black danced in and out of his vision like spot lights. Blood running like an ocean staing his arms as bright as a ruby. He swallowed a small smile forming. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing a note. Splotches of blood scattered on it.

Guys, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t be strong, I’m sorry I’m a bad boyfriend. I’m sorry I left you but I can’t do it anymore, I can’t keep going I’m sorry. My head is getting worse, the meds aren’t working anymore. My head is a mess, the voice too loud and it keeps replaying everything that's happened. The abuse with Greg, every word, every hit and kick. What he did to me...the feeling of his lips on mine even if it was just for a second it felt so wrong. I’m sorry I’m not stronger but I think my head has won this everlasting fight...I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Don’t be sad for too long you deserve to be happy you deserve someone better than the broken boy I am. Never forget that I love you, I’m going to miss you guys. I’ll see you someday my loves and Remus. I’m sorry.

~Roman Prince.

"Love you guys...."

His vision went black as he passed out.