(These are just fillers i'm waiting for Christmas-)
TW: STRONG LANGUAGE, POSSIBLY DEGRADING (not in a sexual way gross-), POSSIBLE DEATH

K sat on his bed just running a hand up and down her chest as a few tears fell, he sat in pitch black the only lit was from his tv and ipad which was blowing up with notifications from his friends. she just listened to her calm playlist while trying to calm down, they stopped after a few minutes and pushed all of her homework out of the way and laid down grabbing the closest sharp object which was unfortunately a pair of scissors, they lined it up with where his chest was ready to just plunge it into his heart and end it all right then, right now.

they just laid there hesitating, as pictures of random moments in his life flashing through his mind. tears fell again and she threw the pair of scissors onto the bed as gently as she could seeing as she didn't wanna rip open the blanket on the bed (as soon i as i started writing this part, 'Be Happy' by Dixie D'Amelio started playing- like the fawk-) they laid back that grabbing their blanket and wrapped themselves into a burrito and started crying as silently as she could.

after a few minutes they sat up and wiped their eyes and looked at their ipad it was exploding with messages from their friend and just looked through all of them. they tried to smile but it hurt to do so, like she wasn't made for smiling, just frowning. they took out their headphones and put them away while grabbing one of her sleeping masks and laid down trying to sleep.

only thirty minutes had passed and they were sitting up again with the scissors this time raised above their head, just like any moment he could snap and kill his self right there, right now. so what was stopping him? all her friends. "This isn't fucking fair!" she whispered yelled as she moved it down to her chest "JUST STAB YOURSELF GODDAMNIT!" a voice called out, it was most likely a voice she liked to call Kil, her "other half", she sat there crying and put the scissors away, and laid back down.

another 2-3 minutes passed and she sat back up and grabbed the scissors, aiming it at her heart......
"K...Please....Don't do this...." the voice whispered as K shook it off and looked back at the scissors......
and thrusted it to her chest.......

it had missed her chest by an inch. K just sat there completely in shock and got off the bed and put the scissors back into the kitchen and went back to her room "You aren't dead?.....You Aren't Dead?....OH MY GOODNESS! YOU AREN'T DEAD!" Kil yelled ecstatic, she was hoping the scissors would miss. K rolled her eyes and grabbed the homework she had and started to finish it seeing as she had to get it done by tomorrow, otherwise he would be in a lot of fucking trouble with his teacher.

Thank you so much for reading another short angst story! i hope you enjoyed this! peace!~
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