Trigger Warnings: Suicide, self-harm, depression, death.
"Arms Tonite" by Mother Mother
I fell in your arms tonight
I fell hard in your arms tonight
It was nice
It was a throbbing sensation, being stabbed, right in the middle of his chest a throbbing, thrumming feeling. Delirious with pain Sock felt a wave of disappointment, he had always thought it would be a piercing feeling.
I died in your arms tonight
I slipped through into the after life
It was nice
The only other thing he could feel, aside from the pain, was Jonathan's warm arms.
"Sock, no you can't die on me! Sock please!" Jonathan kept screaming. But it was too late, Sock was slipping. There was too much blood, too bad, Jonathan loved that hoodie.
White light in your arms tonight
I lost sight in your arms tonight
It was nice
The scariest part was when he couldn't see Jonathan anymore. "J-Jon?"
Nothing. Just white.
"Sock? What is it?"
And hey, you
Don't you think it's kinda cute
That I
Died
Right inside your arms tonight
That I'm fine
Even after I have died
Because it was in your arms I died
"Don't you think it's kinda...kinda cute. That I'm dying in your arms?" He still couldn't see Jon, but he didn't need to. He knew the look of exasperation that would be on Jonathan's face.
I cry
In the afterlife
I cry hard
Because I have died
And you're alive
'Hell wasn't so bad,' Sock supposed. Just a little hot, just a little loud. Sata- Mephistopheles was pretty cool too.
Sock missed Jonathan. He missed Jonathan to he point where he felt like crying and screaming and fighting to get back alive.
Hell wasn't so bad.
I try
To escape afterlife
But I try hard
To get back inside
Your arms alive
Sock was trying to figure out if he could escape hell and get back to Jonathan. But then Mephistopheles gave him an offer. An offer he couldn't argue with.
And hey, you
Don't you think it's kinda cute
That I
Tried
To escape the afterlife
That I tried
To get back in your arms alive
Sock was floating a few unnoticeable inches from the ground at his and Jonathan's bus stop; Jonathan was just coming home from school. "Hey you! Don't you think it's kinda cute that I died-"
Jonathan's eyes widened with disbelief. "Sock! No it wasn't fucking cute! Don't ever do that again!"
That I died in your arms that
I fell hard
In your arms
And I went and died
In your arms that night
"Not gonna be a problem."
"Sock you're not...Please tell me it wasn't real, you didn't."
I fell in your arms tonight
Suicide in your arms
Jonathan's perpetually half-lidded eyes were like shattered glass. "Why, Sock?"
"It's kinda cute though right? Sort of clichéd?"
And hey, you
Don't you think it's kinda cute
That I
Died
Right inside your arms tonight
That I'm fine
Even after I have died
That I
Tried
To escape the after life
That I tried
To get back in your arms alive
That I died In your arms that night
"No Sock it's not cute. You can't just pull shit like that! How are you even back?"
"I got a job offer."
I fell in your arms tonight
I died in your arms tonight
White light in your arms tonight
I fell in your arms tonight.
Sock smiled to himself. What a nice daydream. Silly, but nice. 'Not gonna happen,' Sock thought raising the knife a little higher. Not wasting time with last words or eulogies that no one would hear he plunged the knife into his chest.
"Sock!?"
Throbbing not piercing, disappointing.
"Oh my god Sock! I'm calling 911."
White light. If he was going to hell why was the light white? Sock guessed that a "black light" was less poetic, but still. Maybe a red light, or maybe they just like to mess with you. Or maybe the light had nothing to do with the afterlife and everything to do with the fact he'd stabbed himself.
Were those arms? "Sock please, please just hang on."
Oh. Dreams really do come true.