Trigger Warning- Suicide
Okay, so this fic is not going to be the happiest, but bare with me. Once I start getting into the story more, if you have questions, feel free to ask them. Should there be any kind of need for trigger warnings, they will be at the top of the chapter, please do not read if you will be compelled to kill yourself. I will post, at most, one chapter a week. At the least, I will post one chapter a month. Bare with me.
Other than that, please enjoy and do not forget to leave some helpful critique~!
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He slams the front door loudly, his dad scolding him. He ignores this, stomping straight to his room. He shuts quietly shuts this door, locking it; he does not want to bring his father's attention to him anytime soon.
He sets the backpack he carries down, pulling the textbooks out and setting them neatly on the desk, and he puts the teacher-assigned, finished-on-the-bus homework next to them. He sets his notebooks in the bottom drawer of the desk, as well as all but one of his pens, which he uses to scribble a note on a scrap paper. He sets these to the side.
He does an once-over of his room. Nothing is out of place. There are a few books on a shelf; clean clothes are in the closet; a few trinkets are on the shelf. There is not much to be out of place.
He opens the top drawer of his desk. He pulls out a few pill bottles and a photo. He places the photo next to his scribbled note and starts opening the bottles one-by-one. The first bottle he just grabs two pills and swallows. The second bottle he pulls out an unhealthy amount of pain relievers and sets them to the side. The third bottle is an antiemetic. He takes two.
He stops as he looks at the pile of pills after putting the bottles back. He looks at the watch on his wrist; it's four in the evening. He takes a deep breath. It is a breath not of fear, but of resignation. It is a breath of knowing. He pulls a bottle from the backpack. His guzzles it and the pills down.
He finishes and sets the bottle on his desk, away from the note and picture. His fingers brush the words on the note. He then turns and sits on the bed. He looks at the ceiling for a moment, cracks a smile, and lies down over the covers.
He is soon asleep, the effects of the first pills, sleep medicine, taking place. He is found dead the next morning from over-dosing.
'I KILLED MYSELF BECAUSE I REALLY HAVE NO REASON TO BE HERE. I AM FUCKED WITH AT SCHOOL AND MY DAD IS A PART-TIME MECHANIC, PART-TIME DRUNK. I FIGURED THAT I SHOULD JUST LEAVE. IT'S NOT LIKE THERE IS ANYTHING OUT THERE IN DEATH TO GET ME. SAYONARA, BITCHES. –KARKAT VANTAS' –Karkat Vantas, as featured in the next week's paper.
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The first chapter should be out this week, after that, only once a week, shall I update.
~Maid of Heart