byler oneshots

dark red. byler angst

@ — TW graphic mentions of self harm ?! 

tracing the previous scars on his arm hands steady a slight tremble obvious, he was anxious. He knew he deserved it he thought nothing more the physical pain offered a temporary relief from the chaos the constant rot all throughout his mind only felt like it was spreading, getting worse.

the guilt and shame that followed were unbearable Will knew he needed help he would tell himself tomorrow he'll reach out he'll get better, but its almost like tomorrow never came.

 The idea of opening up to someone about his struggles paralyzed him with fear and anxiety like his stomach was a knot twisting and turning with every slight tremor 

He was conflicted all his thoughts clashed battling among one another, he looked down staring at the blade between his fingers.

The cuts on his wrist it was almost like the chaos amidst his mind was put to rest as he hyperfocused on the scars-he wanted more he craved more

a sudden want a vile need to see the dark red blood drip from his wrists  He closed his eyes ,  taking a shuddering deep breath in gripping the blade then-

slash.

watching the cherry red liquid began to seep from his wounds the pain was intense , burning. but it was a familiar pain .

One he had grown accustomed to as the blood continued to flow, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him almost like he was memorialized It was as if the chaos within his mind had been momentarily silenced, replaced by a single minded focus on the burning the blood. the pain.