Hi! This is kind of depressing, but it was the first one that I finished. I love Cake Hoodings, they're just like the cutest thing ever.
Tears welled up in my eyes. No matter how much I scrolled there was still more. I didn't mean to be a fuck up, to mess up everybody's lives. I went back to the trending page and another silent sob racked through my body.
What the fuck did I ever do to them? I never hurt anybody, so why were they doing this to me?
#KillYourselfCalum
Over a hundred thousand people tweeted about it, pointing out my every faults. The more I read, the more I wondered how I could miss these things. Was I fucking blind? It was so painstakingly obvious, how could I not fucking see it?!
I was fat. I didn't have a six pack like I was expected to. There was flab everywhere, even in my cheeks! I was a terrible singer. I ruin the songs, I should just let Luke and Michael sing it all. I was ugly, everything was unsymmetrical, I wasn't perfect like every other famous person.
Looking into the bathroom mirror, I could tell why everyone was saying these things. They were all fucking true, I don't deserve to be in the band. They would all be better off without me, I mean who wants an ugly fag in the band?
@Calum5SOS You should just kill yourself, you're a worthless piece of shit!
@Calum5SOS Do us a favor and cut yourself until you bleed to death.
@Calum5SOS Why don't you just go jump off a cliff? You can't sing, you're ugly, and you're ruining 5SOS!
@Calum5SOS My ears fucking hurt because of you! Go fucking die!
I kept scrolling, seeing endless of tweets on why I should just die already. Every few seconds a couple more hundred tweets would appear on my notifications, all with the same hashtag.
The fading white lines caught my eyes and the feeling of relief I would get as I cut myself was brought to the forefront of my mind. I searched the cabinets in the bathroom and a smile spread across my face as I spotted the packet of blades. With shaky hands I tore open the packet, grabbing one of the razor heads and putting the rest back where I found them.
It was just as easy as I remember to break the frame that held the five blades together, snapping with barely any force applied. Grabbing one, I pocketed the other four for later.
I was back to where I started, sitting right on top of the toilet seat but this time with a blade instead of my phone.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I brought the blade closer to my wrist. I had promised them that I wouldn't do this again, that I wouldn't relapse, but it was so fucking hard when there was literally thousands of people telling me to die.
You're so ugly. A quick slice against my wrist made blood drip onto the tiled bathroom floor, a hissing noise escaping my lips.
Worthless. Another cut, and the stinging quickly turned into a sick twisted form of pleasure.
Terrible singer. The blade cut so efficiently, barely any pressure was applied yet it cut through my skin like it was butter.
Fat. I need to work out more, start eating healthier foods instead of pizza and Vegemite with toast. I ran my arm under some luke warm water, applying pressure to the wounds to make it stop bleeding.
After rinsing off the blade, I stuck it in my pocket just like I did with the other four. I cleaned the floors and counter, erasing all evidence that I had started to cut again. Who knows, maybe the boys won't even notice since I'm so pathetic.
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Cake One Shots
Fanfiction[Calum HoodxLuke Hemmings] One shots that have Cake in it, some are depressing and others are just normal. They're my one shots, I don't steal them off AO3 or Tumblr. Warning, some might be triggering. Also go with the flow, some ideas are impossib...