EENE oneshot/HC
TW: self harm, suicide attempt
There was a time during high school where Edd went through a lot of stress; between his parents and the schools expectations, bullying, lack of sleep and food, and poor attempts of trying to stay close with his friends, it wasn't long before Edd reached his wits end.
He felt like a machine, like these feelings of loneliness and sadness we're errors in his programs.
He needed a distraction, a way to feel something and nothing at the same time. A way to vent all his anger on the only one responsible for his actions; himself.
The first few cuts were thin and shallow, and they healed quickly. Most were kept on his thighs, hidden under jeans. Soon they spread to his lower forearm.
Then his wrists.
But he needed more.
They got deeper, ragged, and less precise. He hid the wraps under sleeves, flinching away from anyone who touched him.
The other Ed's knew something was wrong and rounded up the other kids to confront Edd.
Following an outburst at his friends, he ran to the school's men's bathroom and locked himself in the handicap stall.
He practically tore open his bag to get the pencil sharpener out. Using a blunt pencil he unscrewed the razor.
With shaking hands he sliced at his wrists, tears blurring his vision. Black spots were forming but he ignored them.
Staring at the fresh cuts pooling blood he finally let himself break down in uncontrollable sobs.
It wasn't till his consciousness began to fade did they find him.
It wasn't till he heard their panicked voices and the door being ripped from its hinges did he dare look up.
It wasn't till he saw his brothers horrified faces did he realize he made a mistake.
He failed them.
Eddward was a failure.
author's note!
oof that was darkthis is more of a practice write, but i hope you enjoyed