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Warnings: blood, self murderous thoughts, self harm thoughts, hallucinations
Grian's pov:
My sword hung loosely in my hand, Scar's blood dripped from the tip.
Drip, drip, drip
Was I going insane or did it seem the world was taunting me?
The dripping seemed to never stop
All the lights seem to waver around me
The colours leaked into each other and swirled across my vision
The dripping continued
It was counting the seconds.
The seconds until Scar respawned.
But it didn't ever happen, Scar stayed dead.
I had killed him.
He was gone.
The worse thing was he wasn't even angry that I killed him, he had apologized to me, like he knew this was the end.
I wanted to look into his eyes and see disgust and anger but his eyes had only held sorrow, even in death.
I had held his body when he died, my sword stayed lodged through his gut.
I had held him until he started disintegrating.
His left hand first then slowly up his arm and across his body until he was all gone.
The process wasn't bloody it never was, you just simply turned to dust floating away on the wind.
Usually you would wake up again in your bed, the only evidence of dying was a slim pink scar that would disappear in a month or two.
But that could never happen now.
Ugly sobs slipped out of my mouth and i fell towards the floor.
Curling up into a tight ball I sobbed.
-----u fucking wu time skip because i lazy----
My cheeks were stained with dry tears and my throat was raw.
Everything hurt but i couldn't bring myself to stand up.
I deserved the cold, hard floor.
I was a horrible person
I deserved to pay it should have been my life not scars
Maybe just maybe I will join him.
Death it seems a fitting way to apologise a life for a life.
I was now left to my own thoughts
Alone
I was hopeless, a waste of air
Why was I sitting on the floor pitying myself?
God it felt like I was at war
Half of me wanted to fucking hurt myself, to see my own blood slip down my wrist and onto the floor.
My other half was telling me I was selfish, selfish selfish grian sitting on the floor sobbing.
A one very small part of me was saying to get up to keep on going to overcome this other me, just like scar would want.
But it was overpowered. I was hopeless
Stupid useless grian
Idiot
Selfish
You should just kill yourself already
Scar was to good for you
You failed him
<You failed me>
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