Requested by: slendersenpai908

Trigger Warning: Self-harm, depression, suicide, and abuse are in this chapter. It is not suited for all people of all ages.

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Cupcake cowered in fear, shaking, as Rurik ranted on and on about all his faults. Suddenly, he grabbed Cupcake by the scarf and threw him into the wall. Cupcake yelped in pain as he fell to the floor. Everything ached and screamed at him to stay down from the earlier beatings, but Cupcake ignored it, standing up and staggering slightly. If he was weak, Rurik would only beat him harder than before.

Rurik shouted, grabbing his skull and slamming it back into the wall. A sickening crack sounded as Cupcake's skull collided with the wall. He bit his bottom lip so hard in an effort not to screech in pain that it began to bleed. Rurik dropped him and stalked off. Cupcake sat on the floor, his breathing shallow and his vision blurry. He still managed to get up and limp his way into the kitchen. 

He was preparing dinner-Alfredo-and as he was cutting up the meat, he accidently cut his finger. He hissed in slight pain and put his finger to his mouth, sucking on it slightly. Cupcake stared at the glistening knife, a little blood splattered on the top from Cupcake's cut. He looked at it in curiousity. Was this the answer, the way to escape from the hell he's trapped in?

He rolled up his sleeve. There were many other cuts from times he'd done this before, he's just never gotten very far. He was too afraid he'd cut too deep. But now, he didn't care anymore. So what if he died? Rurik wouldn't care, he'd spent the rest of his eternity with his dad, and his mom could live in peace without his annoying existance. He looked down at his arm, the knife hovering above it.

He slowly put the blade on his arm, pressing it harshly. He slid the knife along his arm, biting his bottom lip as tears pricked at the edges of his eyes. The blood seeped through the cut, dripping onto the floor. He opened his eyes socket just slightly, the cut stinking greatly. He watched in satisfaction as the blood dripped onto the floor.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Rurik screamed, storming into the kitchen. Cupcake dropped the knife and, in a panic, didn't pull down his sleeve. Rurik snatched his wrist, pulling him  forward. He looked at the blood on his hand as Cupcake winced in pain. He gasped as he saw the cut. Anger surged through him." WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

"I DUNNO. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT IS?!" Cupcake screamed, tears streaming down his face and dripping off his chin." AND WHY THE HELL DOES IT MATTER TO YOU?! ALL YOU DO IS ABUSE ME! IF I DIED, YOU WOULDN'T CARE!"

"AND WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!" Rurik shouted back.

"YOU!"

The entire house fell silent, not even the old wooden walls dared to creak. Rurik face was shocked, his mind racing. Cupcake was heaving. He'd snapped. He was angry, he was upset, he wasn't in his right mind. He was too clouded with rage. He pulled his hand down and a smack sounded as Cupcake's hand came in contact with Rurik's face. He ran for it, tears falling freely. 

Rurik couldn't move, nor run after Cupcake. What good would it do anyway? He'd obviously just made him hate him. It was just something that happened. He knew it was going to happen, that Cupcake would snap under all the abuse and pressure. He just didn't think it'd be this painful; emotionally and physically. He staggered, looking at the small puddle of blood on the floor with areas gaze. It was all falling apart, just like his family, just like his parents, just like everything in his God dammed forsaken life.

As he complemented his own life, Cupcake ran through the woods, eventually coming to a cliff that led into the depths of waterfall. He took in a few deep breaths, threats cascading down his face relentlessly.

He looked down at the welcoming ground, his heart hammering against his rib cage. His side ached, hi legs hurt, his emotions were a mess. He gave up. Taking a single step forward, he went skating to the ground. He smiled at the wonderful sensation of the rushing wind against him. He closed his eyes, smiling as he embraced the air.

Before it all ended.