Sollux sat huddled in the corner of his room. His head was burning; he almost thought it really was on fire. He stayed curled in a sort of fetal position, whimpering softly. The voices were there again. They said various things like 'Why would anyone need you?', 'You're such a fucking waste of space.', and 'You should die.'
Yellow tears flooded out of his mismatched eyes, flowing in the premade tear tracks that had not yet dried. He clutched his head, squeezing his eyes shut as another wave of pain washed over him. 'Why bother. Why bother to keep living, you pathetic piece of shit?' the voices spat viciously. 'It's not like anyone would care if you left anyway.' Laughter followed the remark.
Sollux tried to will them away but the relief he sought after so eagerly never came. He'd known it wouldn't anyway. It was a futile effort, he sobbed breathlessly as the thought crossed his mind. With his head still throbbing angrily, he rifled through the drawers, still lying on the ground. 'Die, die, die' the voices chanted.
He would give them what they wanted.
His hand brushed against something cold and smooth. He took a shaky breath, realizing he'd not been breathing in anticipation. He cried out as the pain wracked through his frail frame.
He would end it all.
The pain and suffering; it would all go away.
He clutched the gun which he had asked Karkat to get him in case of emergencies. In case the need ever arose. He slowly brought the weapon up to his head.
His phone rang, playing Karkat's ringtone.
Gymnopedie by Stevan Pasero played filling the dark room with a slight sound of hope
So contrary to what his angry friend was like, the soft tune played as he squeezed the trigger.
At last, he would be free of his awful torment.
A sharp noise echoed through the close neighborhood of hives, an awful noise that would come to haunt the residents for years to come.