depressed!ink x depressed!reader

~ Chapter one ~ The grey painted life ~

"Inky, when I grow up, i wanna be an artist like youuuu!"
"That sounds awesome, (Y/N)!"
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I was 7 then. Everything felt like a dream. Ink was my only family.

Now I'm 17.

And an artist.

I have a home and a job. I've grown up. Nothing's a dream.

It's a nightmare.

I stare at the blank canvas. Without looking at the paint, I dip my paintbrush into the red ink. I bring back my arm behind my head, like I'm going to stab something.

And I do.

I throw red paint everywhere. I smash other colors. I write on the dark, sad colors:

IM BRØKEN

"Hey, um... Ink?" I ask.

No one.

I sit down and grab a piece of paper, and start writing;

(Play song above)

Will you end my pain?
Will you take my life?
Will you bleed me out?
Will you hang me out to dry?
Will you take my soul in the midnight rain?
While I'm falling apart
While I'm going...

Will you end my pain?
Will you take my life?
Will you bleed me out?
Will you hang me out to dry?
Will you take my soul in the midnight rain?
While I'm falling apart
While I'm going
Insane
*insane giggles*
Can you break my bones?
Will you tear my skin?
Can you taste my lust?
Can you feel my sin?

See I'm a waste of life
I should just kill myself
Yeah, I could slit my wrists
But it really wouldn't help
Wouldn't fix my issues
Or change your mind
Cause I brøke your heart
And you buried mine
Now I'm 6 feet deep and I can't breathe
I got dirt in my eyes
And blood on my sleeves
But I dig my way up
Through these roots and leaves
So I can get some air
So I can finally breathe
And now I'm on my knees
begging please
Will you
Will you

Will you end my pain?
Will you take my life?
Will you bleed me out?
Will you hang me out to dry?
Will you take my soul in the midnight rain?
While I'm falling apart
While I'm going

Will you end my pain?
Will you take my life?
Will you bleed me out?
Will you hang me out to dry?
Will you take my soul in the midnight rain?
While I'm falling apart
While I'm going
Insane

Don't you miss me when I'm gone
Don't you miss me when I'm, miss me when I'm gone

I start singing the song I've written.

"Ink..."
"Y-yeah?"
"D-don't leave m-me..."
"I-I..."
"D-d...don't leave me w-with these P-people..."
"I... don't want to E-either, (Y-Y/N)... I'll come back.. I..I...

"I promise,"

I walk over to my desk, with a knife sitting neatly in the middle of the (L/F/C) desk. I make one cut on each leg and arm for how many years I haven't seen the closest person I know. Ink.

40.

4 limbs.

10 years.

I pass out.

Forty cuts in total.

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A/N: I made that drawing! Be proud mama! >:3 I actually drew it all with my finger. Hehe. I hope you like the story so far! I'll see if I can continue this wknd.

Note made: November 5th, Saturday, 2016.

Word count: 558 words.