A figure paced back and forth In a room, a bedroom to be specific. The figure was a male, short, fluffy black hair with white tips and red glowing eyes. He had fairly tanned skin and was wearing black and grey. Around his neck lay a silver chain necklace. The bedroom was decorated In black and dark red. His head was down, his eyes half lidded. He halted, standing In the middle of the room. He brought his hands up to his hair, tangling them Into his raven colored locks. His knuckles turned white as he tugged roughly at his hair. A muffled cry escaped his lips quietly, as If he didn't want to be heard. His frame shook. "No, no, no, no.." He muttered out repeatedly, shaking his head rapidly. He turned, walking a few steps and collapsed onto his bed, curling Into a ball. "..I'm not going to.. I can't!" He whispered out, his bright red eyes glossing over as he buried his head Into his arms. "Go away.." He whimpered, his eyes closing shut tightly. He opened his red eyes again, glancing over to a door off to the side of his room. His bathroom. He knew what was In there, he knew what he wanted to do, but he refused to give In. His left hand came up, hitting himself In the side of the head. His eyes glanced to his left wrist, faint pink scars scattered here and there alongside somewhat new ones. His parents weren't home, who was there for him to run to? No one. His siblings wouldn't care. 'Yes they would.' Spoke a tiny voice In the back of his mind. 'You know they would.' It spoke again. All he ever did was cause pain, cause Issues for everybody. But would he admit that to anyone else? Of course not! 'Just do It. No one cares about you.' Snarled a louder voice In his head, the boy shook his head. "N-No.." He stuttered, tears slowly falling here and there. 'They probably would find you dead and be happy!' Snarled the louder voice again. 'No one cares for a freak like you.' Growled another. "N-No! You're wrong! They would care..." He whimpered. Black, furry ears appeared on his head, the left one tipped white at the top. A furry tail curled around his legs, black In color with a white tip. Dark red, pointed, horns also appeared on his head and In between his ears. 'See?! Freak!' Snapped a voice. 'Freak!' 'Demon!' 'Worthless!' They all chanted. 'Hunter wouldn't love you!' Taunted the loudest voice, almost In a sing song kind of way. The boy cried out quietly, shakily reaching for his phone. When his hand came In contact with It, he grasped It tightly and brought It to himself. Turning It on, he shakily held the home button until Siri appeared. "C-Call Hunter.." He stuttered. "Calling Hunter." Spoke Siri as his phone buzzed to life. The buzzing didn't last long. "Hey, Damian!" Came a male's cheerful voice. "H.. Hey." Damian tried not to stutter, but failed nonetheless. "Damian? Are you okay?" Hunter's voice and mood changed drastically. "Ye- No.." Damian whispered quietly as he looked down In shame as If Hunter could see him. "I'm coming over." "Wait-" Damian tried to stop him. "No. I'm coming over, stay where you are and do not move or do anything stupid." Hunter said sternly, shutting the short teen up. "Got It?" "..Y-Yes.." Damian sighed out shakily. Hunter then hung up, Damian shut his phone off, tossing It back onto his nightstand without looking. The hybrid teen resumed his curled position. After some time, a knock was heard on his door and the door opened. A tall male with tanned skin, black hair with shaven sides and steel grey eyes walked In. The male closed the door behind him. Once he saw Damian, he rushed over. "Damian. Damian, look at me." The male ordered. Damian slowly looked over, shaking. "Oh, Damian.." the male sighed, reaching down and slipping his arms under the much shorter male. Bringing him Into a sitting position and holding him closer to him. "You're okay." He reassured him, when Damian calmed down a bit, Hunter looked to his left wrist. Grabbing at It gently, he brought It up and more Into his line of sight. "Damian. When did this start?" The male asked. "..A year or so ago.." Damian whispered. The male sighed, turning his head towards him gently. Looking the red eyed boy In the eyes. "Promise me you won't hurt yourself ever again." He pleaded. "Promise me, Damian." "I.. I promise, Hunter." Damian sounded defeated, but almost relieved at the same time. "If you ever feel depressed, or anything, come to me." "Okay.." Damian responded, burying his head Into Hunter's chest.

"I promise you because,

This Isn't the End Of Me."

A/N A creative writing thing I'm doing with my Unit! It was fun, honestly!

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