(Hey guys! I'm going to give an up front warning, if you cant handle suicide, self harm, and abuse don't read this. Also before anyone says anything to me about not knowing what its like to contemplate suicide or commit self harm, I do. I've tried to kill myself 4 times and I used to cut so DONT JUDGE! Review and stuff)
"Bert..."
Ernie walked into the house carrying an armload of groceries. As he put them on the counter the stench of alcohol and sex hit him hard like a slap in the face.
"Bert! oh god Bert!"
it was another man, Ernie couldn't believe it Bert was cheating on him. He started making dinner tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't leave...Bert would kill him, but it was only getting worse. The door swung open and both Bert and the other man walked out. Ernie didn't look, just kept cooking.
"Where's my fucking soup!"
"H-Here B-Bert..."
Ernie handed him the soup bowl nervously. He couldn't let Bert know he was crying or he'd be risking another black eye. Ernie skipped dinner to go take a shower. As he removed his clothes he counted the bruises. They were all over his body, mostly on his stomach. The worst was a foot shaped bruise on his side. He loved Bert, why didn't Bert love him back? Was he ugly? Did he do something wrong? he slide into the bathtub finally letting out the tears he'd been holding back all day. He picked up the razor blade on the edge of the tub. Would this be it? Could he finally bring himself to do it? He looked down at the scars on his wrists, he only had to cut a little deeper and it would all be over, but he couldn't. He got out of the bath and went to bed. That was the last time Ernie was seen alive. the next morning the newspaper read
"Local Man Found Dead In Bedroom, Husband Lead Suspect"