(TW : Self Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Homophobia)

Bad

Bad raised away from the screen, tears running down his face as his mind began to spiral around and around. Unlike Skeppy, he had been reading the chat carefully, catching a few negative comments. 'Boys are supposed to date girls.' 'Gays are so gross' 'I wish they were just friends again' 'What disgusting stuff did I find?!' 'gays gag'. That final donation tore into deeply. You guys are just so gross I question why I even donated or watched you guys. The statement kept repeating in his mind over his mind. His mind was in fog, no true thought was coming through at that moment. He really thought everything was getting better. He supposed he was wrong.

His mind went blank and he came back to reality, his face soaked in tears, his arms covered in cuts and blood, the fresh wounds stinging him. He held a razor that now was stained in his blood and his body was shaking violently. He couldn't remember getting in this spot. All he had remembered was crying and running away from the monitor he turned off his heart torn in two. He wasn't even sure when he got the razor, or how long he had been here, laying on his cold bathroom floor crying and causing himself pain. He wiped his tears, only ending up with blood getting on his face. Without control, he continued watching himself cut himself. This is what I deserve. His mind echoed to himself. He began crying harder as his mental control came to him, but continuing. I don't even deserve to live. He told himself. He thought about the razor raised to his throat, shaking his head to it. He would keep it thoughts and not actions. At least for the time being.

He continued cutting himself for god knows how long till he saw his phone buzzing, lighting up in a incoming call. He looked at his phone from where it was on cold floor. There was a drop or two of blood on it since it was so close to him. His arms were soaked in blood, his hands covered in it as well. The dark red substance was staining his floor and clothes. He quickly tapped a decline not feeling up to it. He didn't even check who it was from since it wasn't in his concern. His phone began buzzing again with another incoming call. Bad now looked at where it was from. Skeppy. He decided to answer, quickly putting it on speaker phone, pulling his hand away quickly from causing any more blood from getting on his belonging.

"Bad are you okay?! I've been texting you for two hours straight! What's going on with you?" Skeppy's voice rang from his phone, his voice full of concern. Bad's tears were still falling from his eyes and his body and voice was shaky but he responded. "Skeppy I'm sorry. I-I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop myself." Bad said with pain and his voice full with apology. "Bad please tell me you didn't do what I think you did." Skeppy said his voice cracking. "Doing Skeppy. I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I couldn't stop myself." Bad whimpered as he held the razor tight in his hand. "Bad please drop the razor. Please." Skeppy pleaded sounding equally in emotional pain. Bad dropped the razor shakily, curling into a ball. "I d-dropped it." Bad stutters as tears fell down his face.

"Bad how much blood is there." Skeppy asks. "I-It's everywhere Skeppy. It's all over my hands and arms. I-I'm sorry Skeppy." Bad whimpered. "Bad I'm getting into my car. Stay where you are. I'm coming okay. Don't pick it back up." Skeppy said his voice cracking but sounding stern all at the same time. Bad nods his head aggressively. "Okay Skeppy. I-I won't." Bad promises, being honest as tears went down his face. "Bad I love you." Skeppy breathes. "I l-love you too Geppy." Bad said as he attempted to wipe his tears. The call ended and Bad tightened his grip on his legs, watching blood drip down his arms as he shook violently, waiting for Skeppy's arrival.