five sat down on the couch, placing their hands on the glass tabletop. at this point, five was scared for Seven, ever since they started to...develop feelings for them. it was really worrying for them to see Seven  in this state. five also noticed Seven always wore those arm warmers, literally everywhere even though the weather was burning hot, they would still wear them. and they would rub their arms in pain whenever water splashed at them, six would see this as bullying material and would splash water on Seven from time to time, sometimes seven would even scream and cry, fall down on their knees and shiver.

"somethings wrong with them, I can feel it..." said five.

worried, five pulled out their phone and texted seven.

5_INTEGER: seven. what r you doing
                      seven?

-5 minutes later-

5_INTEGER: seven, it's been 5 mins
                      you good?

...no response. five ended up calling seven through the phone but to no avail.

meanwhile, seven's phone was on do not disturb. so the calls were silenced. seven lied on their bed, staring the ceiling. thoughts were nothing but those...demands, begs, pleads to...end it all.

"shut up. shut up. shut up. be quiet. be quiet. shut the fuck up"

seven's voice began to tremble as they were beginning to tear up, these demands weren't gonna shut up, huh? then they started to pick the little pieces of fabric from their pants as some sort of distraction but it didn't work, instead the voices got louder.

"do it"

"do it"

"do it"

"do it"

"do it"

"do it"

"DO IT"-

"ARGHH.. JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!"

seven noticed that they screamed a bit too loud, too loud for five to hear...

oops.