Bands X Reader One Shots

problem after problem.

A/n
Hahha wow I really suck at making one shots 😂 it's like my brain will only let me write stories.

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You kept thinking about your sisters words. Was this all truly your fualt? She didn't actually leave a note or a reason why she did it...
You where lost in your thoughts, only to get tossed harshly out of them from noticing the violent sobs that had been coming from your lips.
You instantly started to cry silently now. You felt so conflicted. You just wanted to hug AndyAndy time you didn't wanna see anyone.
You felt like you made everyone's life so much harder. Such an inconvenience..
You truly believed they would be better without you..
You hated that you wouldn't be able to get a true answer out of them if you tried though.
You hated the voice in your head, egging you on to cut. To hurt yourself. You hated that you liked the pain. That you liked the calming effect it gave you. You hated the look of worry and almost hurt that Andy would give you everytime he found you on your floor.
Why are you like this? Why couldn't you just be a normal person? Why couldn't you just not be so annoying to be around? Why do you have to be such high maintenance? A small vocie kept bashing yourself I your head.
If your gonna cut you may aswell end it, get yourself out of the way. It continued on as you cried.
Andy would probably agree. This was it. This was your breaking point. You had let your demon take control and you believed every single Last word it spoke. What if Andy truly would agree? You could barley tell if it was your little voice or andys subcontuasly at the moment. You where to far in. There was no getting out.
After not even another sentence the voice could get put you where already getting off your bed and going to retrieve your blade.
You sat on your floor, tears still spilling from your eyes as you opened the blade, tears dropping onto your now unc9cered wrist.
You made another cut over the ones that already existed. Though this one was deeper.
you made another one above it, just as deep.
you didn't stop. You just kept going. You wherent gonna stop this time.
you had made about ten very deep incisions by the time you started feeling lightheaded to the point where you could barley hold the blade, much less use enough pressure to make another cut.
you didn't even feel the pain. You could barley see the dark substance flowing from your wrist to the carpet beneath you.
Is this really what you think you where born for? To only end up dieing becuease of yourself on another person's floor? To stain their floors with your blood? To have them come up and find you pale, cold and dead on the floor after they put so much time and heart into getting you better? This is pathetic y/n. Get Andy. Call him, get up and find him. Let him n know what's happening. He cares about you. Whether you see it or not dumbass. He's gonna go through a seriously bad state if he finds you dead. Your mind rambled on as you where slowly getting weaker.
Don't be such an idiot the thing he is gonna be saddest about is his poor carpet. Couldn't you have atleast had some last human decency and done it on the tile floor so he could atleast get the stain out? Your fucking corpse isn't gonna make him sad it's gonna make him exasperatedly sigh becuease he now has to deal with getting you out of his house and into  the ground, I totally flip becuease he might be framed for your stupid decision.
God did you hate your voices sometimes.
For the love of Andy don't listen to that. It's so pathetic and untrue it hurts. Go fund Andy and the others. Hurry up cuase you don't got long.
This voice you felt was right. He truly would care.
After finding you where unable to walk from being so lightheaded and completely weak, you decided the only chance you had to get them was to muster all your energy and scream bloody murder for a good three seconds before blacking out completely.