Denki_is_Gay54 since you're the only sane person here~

What should I do?

End the live/
Lie and say I dont know what he's means

>Lie and say I dont know what he's means<

If I end this now everyone will know somethings up. I have to play it off.

"I'm sorry bro but I don't know what you're talking about." I rub the back of my neck while looking at the camera sheepishly.

My phone dings and I pick it up with the face down. I read my notification on the message bar.

New message from GroundZero✅
This help any bitch?

Shit. What do I do? I have already come this far, I can't back out now.

"Sorry guys that was Mina, I got to go. I'll be posting a new video soon so keep an eye out and remember: Be Manly and Kind!"

I exist the live and let out a breath. I stand up only to flop on to my bed with my face forward.

Ding!

I groan and sit up. I lazily open the message and then frown.

GroundZero✅
Yeah, it is real 'manly' to fucking run away from your problems.

He doesn't know what he's talking about... right? I am manly. At least... I think I am...

Why am I even questioning this? I am manly! The most manly person alive and anyone who knows me knows it true. I'll just ask Mina because she never lies and will surely say I am manly.

Red.Riot✅
Hey Mina! I'm manly right?

Read at 2:18

Red.Riot✅
Mina? I saw that you read it so why didn't you respond?

Alien_Queen_✅
You really want to know why?

My brows furrow. I know she is being serious because she said 'you' instead of 'u'. I'm kind of scared to ask but I will anyways.

Red.Riot✅
Yeah of course!

Alien_Queen_✅
Because I'm mad at you. No, mad is a understatement, I'm furious. You asked me to do the colab only to bail last minute. And then hosted a live to rub salt in the wound. So to answer your question: No. You, Ejirou Kirishima, are the furthest thing from manly. And you never will be manly.

The phone falls from my shaky hands to the ground as a loud sob passes through my lips. I stand up with shaky legs but ignore the constant dings coming from my phone as Mina try's to lie and say that she didn't mean it.

Unmanly.

Useless.

Pathetic.

Faggot.

Die.

Im back in the bathroom this time not taking long to find the razor. I pick it up from the trash can then go sit in my bathtub like I use to as a kid. Knees to my chest, a hand to my wrist, my heart to the floor.

I yank off the wraps that were lossy protecting my wrist. I wanted to cut earlier when I said I'm not going to do it again. If I didn't I would have thrown all my razors away then taken the trash out. If I didn't I wouldn't have tied the wraps so lose. If I didn't... I would and wouldn't have done a lot of things.

I drag the blade over my wrist and hiss in air through my teeth.

Masochist.

Oh great, you're back too.

I never left.

I drag my hand back up to try to find more room to cut on my already a aching wrist. Seeing a few more spots I cut until my wrist and lower arm is covered in blood. I move to my other wrist and roll up the sleeves.

If you do both people will be able to tell.

What do I do then?

Take off your shirt and just cut higher idiot.

With rushed movements I take off my shirt and cut even more. On my biceps. On my shoulder. On the side of my chest. On my hip. Basically everywhere on the right side of my body.

I move to cut again on my hip before I suddenly feel nauseated. I drop the blade and turn on my side. I start to throw up.

I let out a sound of a dying walrus. Couching and hacking everything that I have had for the past two days. The smell of the throw up only makes me puke more as I grab on the side on the bathtub for security.

Finally I stop and gasp for air. My lungs feel like death and so do I. Maybe I should die. I use to plan on dying before I turned 18 and look at me now, 23 and still in pain. I just want it all to end.

My grasp on the bathtub becomes weaker.

Make it end please.

I slip and lay my head down in the blood mixed with throw up. Not like I care.

I want to be free.

My eyes flutter shut.

Please...

~~~~~
I stare at my phone taping my foot up and down. Come on Red, why aren't you replying?

"Kachan?"

I glance up at the nerd with a hard glare. "What do you want?"

He gulps. "Y-You seem stressed and your griping the tablecloth so hard that you're knuckles are turning white."

I look down at the table before yanking my hand away. Out of the corner of my eye I see that my phone is almost off and I quickly tap the screen and look at it. No new messages...

"What's wrong?" Deku asks as he pulls up a chair and sits down next to me.

I look at him for a second. Should I tell him? What would he do? What should I do? If I tell him he might be able to help. But Red might be mad if I do. If he gets mad he could not come to me next time he cuts. So I should keep it to myself. But will I be able to?

"Kachan please, what's wrong? I'm getting concerned..."

If I don't pick one he'll annoy me to death.

What should I do?

Tell the damn nerd/
It's none of Deku's business

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