***Hello, everyone! Before we jump in, I have to put a trigger warning: there is a suicide attempt made. That's all I'm saying. Anyways, Kabel belongs to me, Grillby belongs to Toby Fox, and let's roll!
Chapter Seventeen: Ashes, Ashes, Time To Go Down
Kabel kept burning herself every night that she didn't get to go over to Sans and Papyrus' house just to get her fix.
And Grillby was completely unaware, for the sole fact that he used to take a lot of night walks to clear his head. He'd done that especially right after his wife had left him. So, he just assumed that Kabel, with a lot on her mind and lot on her SOUL, just needed some time to herself.
When in actuality, she was burning scars into her bones. Scars that she could always cover up with the sleeves of her sweaters or the legs of her jeans.
But something always had to break, now, didn't it?
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It was just about time from the "nightly walk" until Grillby grabbed Kabel's arm. She cursed under her breath at the touch of her burn marks.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"You said we could...?" Grillby trailed off.
Kabel knew just what he was talking about. And she loved it so much that she forgot that she couldn't do it. "Yeah. I'm curious as to how flame elementals shower," she said.
Grillby thought about it for a few moments. "Magic," was all he could come up with.
Kabel rolled her working eye socket. "Alright, let's just get ready," she said.
So, they both began to undress. Grillby was pretty thin, but surprisingly easy on the eyes without his usual day clothes on.
Kabel whistled. "Well, that's another reason to call you hot," she commented.
"Alright, alright, enough with the pick-up lines. You get ready too. I'll get the water warm," Grillby said. Then, he went off into the bathroom, and the shower was heard turning on.
Kabel dropped her clothes and walked towards the bathroom. That meant she had to walk past a mirror. She didn't quite get all the way past it, though. She turned and looked at her reflection.
Two broken ribs, to never heal again. Countless small marks on her bones, never to fade. On her face? The expression of a tired, guilty, addict hanging on the edge.
And there was no way she could show herself to Grillby like that.
With a sigh, she put her clothes back on. She moved her hand up so that both sides of the shut bathroom door were covered in blue and white bones. She went down the stairs, totally ignoring Grillby's please to put the bones away.
She dug out her lighter and flicked it on. Then, she dragged it across her neck. The flames burned deep into her bones, and breathing became a struggled. After her remaining vision became blurry, she collapsed onto the floor.
The last thing she saw before blacking out was Grillby. He was on the phone, in a bath robe.
"Yeah, my girlfriend... I found her passed out... it might've been an attempted suicide..."
***Yeah... this wasn't the best chapter. It was what I could think of, okay? Okay. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!