A/N: Dick is depressed and can't seem to get himself out of bed but someone comes along to help.
*TW (trigger warning) this does have self harm in it.*

-So for those who know, i have been struggling w/ my depression and when i woke up today I had a little energy so i decided to put some words and feelings out on here, upon my favorite character: Dick Grayson.

This isn't going to be great because i am still feeling low, as if i can't reach happiness and I also have writer's block so it probably won't be a long chapter, so for those who read this, I apologize if it isn't good.

This chapter is for:
MerlinGrayson & pipermclean15
-Thank you both for you many kind words! MerlinGrayson you are so freaking amazing!!!! <3

The darkness slowly fell as the light began to rise, but everything remained silent as the time ticked by.

There is warmth surrounding him but yet he still feels cold and empty. His eyes are heavy but they won't close. Dick sniffles and brushes his long sleeve of his t-shirt over his eyes making the tears disappear but they always seem to return. 

His blue eyes were locked upon his currents for hours now. He can't get out bad because he is in a war with himself and sadly the darkness is winning inside of him. His bed has now become a cell but he has the keys in his shaking hands. He has no energy, so he just lays in bed. 

Beside his bed is a table that holds his phone and the batarang he uses to cut his pain away. His phone begins to buzz and all Dick can do is shut his eyes trying to block out the noise as he rolls over and pulls his blankets over his head, locking him deeper into the blankets. He holds his eyes close until his phone stops and he now feel like he can take a breath even though he slowly feels like he is drowning.  He is lost in himself, in his depression, and in his bed. 

Eventually, his body has stayed awake long enough that he can't fight sleep when it comes rushing over him. He is surrounded by nothing, by the darkness that begins to find its voice to hurt him even more.

"You are nothing."
"No one cares"

"Pathetic"

"Worthless"

"Loser"
"You don't matter"
"Your an outcast"
"All Alone"

The voices shakes the walls he has up in his mind and around his poor heart, but no matter how hard he tries not to listen to them, he still hears them and feel the truth within them. His mind is everywhere and he can't focus on a single thing. Soon the sleep that he has finally found himself in fades away. 

Dick lays there awake once again, wondering to himself.
"Where am I at?"

The silence fills him up again but he can't feel it or anything else, he is so numb and hollowed out that nothing helps. Nothing accept taking his batarang to his wrist and cuts it open.

As he is sitting up in his bed, he watches the red liquid escape his body and sliding down his wrist. A part of him wishes he could be the blood, quickly leaving this mess. He is the mess. Dick wants to escape but can't find a way to, well at least not yet.

Just as he lays the batarang down, his bedroom door flies open and standing there is his best friend and his love of his life.

"Dickie?" questioned the person and he can't hide it or hold it in any longer. Dick crumbles right before the other's eyes. Becoming a sobbing mess.

A smooth gust of wind brushes past his skin. He can't hear what the other is saying for he is too lost and caught up at the moment with everything. He is in pain, so much pain and he doesn't think he can handle it much longer. 

"When will it stop? When will I be myself again? It's all too much!" Dick thinks as he feels his arm being pulled away from his eyes. He feels the cold wet cloth upon his cuts and hisses in pain. At first he tries to pull his arm back but the one he loves is holding tightly onto it and Dick sadly is too weak right now. He is Emotionally, mentally and physically weak.

After a few seconds go by he is surrounded in something warm, but it is unlike before within his blankets. This warmth sends waves of love to him, it holds him tight when another sob breaks through. Dick slowly pulls his head up to be meant with the most beautiful green he has ever seen. Dick throws his arms around Wally's shoulders and cries as he holds him. 

Dick feels safe, warm and loved and he thanks Wally about a hundred times before Wally silences him by pressing his lips onto Dick's chap ones. 

Once they pull away, Dick lays his head against Wally's chest and listens to his heart beat and fills the rise and fall of Wally breathing. 

A new voice comes, telling Dick that everything is going to be okay and a small smile comes across Dick's face as he lays against Wally. Wally has his hand in Dick's hair and rubbing circles upon Dick's back. Wally watches as Dick's  crystal blue eyes slowly slip shut. 

"I love you Dick" Wally whispers before placing a small kiss on top of his boyfriends head. He can feel Dick sigh against him.

"L-Love... you too" Dick whispers as sleep pulls him into a different kind of darkness, something that has now become much lighter than the black it used to be, it is now a shade of grey. Dick thinks that this might just be the first step to getting better. For he has let some light in and it has chased some of his darkness away. Dick's hold onto Wally grows as sleep flows over them both.

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Thank you!