QUIET

When did it start, why did he do it, and how did it get to this point? Alfred really didn't know the answers to these questions, he just knew he couldn't stop. Doing this was his only escape. Something was definitely wrong with him and he wasn't sure when things started to become this way but now here he was taking his last breath in an old rusted tub.

Warning: this story contains gore, suicide, depression, anxiety, and self harm... basically it's really edgy

Also, probably won't contain shipping