A/n: I'm making this because I know there's people out in the world who are depressed and suicidal so I want to make this oneshot for people who are, and you all. Because I love you guys btw if you start to feel like harming yourself or depressed you can dm me and we can talk. Anyway on to the story, trying to not make this sound like a poem.
Y/n has locked herself in her room cutting her wrists with her razor the blood drips down her wrists but she feels no pain (This is already sounding like a poem, I'm sorry if you don't like poetry) she continues cutting more blood dripping. She stops before she cuts too deep and cuts her vain. Putting on a fake smile she walks out her door seeing Classic, she leaves her sleeves down so he wouldn't see her cuts, scars, old and new. Truth is she had a crush on him but she didn't want to ruin their friendship so she never told him. She grabbed her razor again about to cut her wrists again when the razor was dropped out of her hand it fell out of her hand and to the floor. Y/n looked up to see who made the razor fall out of her hand to see her friend Classic. He was sobbing tears were streaming down his cheeks fastly as he ran up to his friend and hugged her making tears start to stream down her cheeks as well. Her eyes closed as she cried herself to sleep in his hold. She then heard a whisper "I love you kiddo.." she whispered back "I love you to..."
I hope you enjoyed the oneshot next oneshot will probably be a request if I can figure out how I'm gonna make it work out. If you're wondering why I chose Classic for this oneshot, well it's because I think he was fitting for it because of his depression. Because he remembers the genocide runs and his brother getting killed and yeah.
But I'm gonna work on the other oneshot.