Cross's POV

    The voice startled me and I look up to see fell!goth a old friend of mine.
    "Y-yeah, just having some love problems" I said shakily while voice kinda cracked. He looked at me with a really face when I noticed fell!pallette behind him, having a blushing face.
    "Don't lie to me" he said in a harsh tone while glaring at me.
"Ok, ok, i've started it again" I told him. He was the only one that ever knew of my cuts and what I did in almost all my free time.
    "*sigh* god damn it cross come over by my house so we can talk more tomorrow" he said in a slight calming voice. The guy over there didn't seem to be focusing on me, but a certain area on fell!goth. He had cut himself to and I felt a little bad 'cause I thought I had made him do it. But it was just the same problem that we both have.
    "Thanks, I-I think you're really the only one I can talk to about this" I stuttered out as good as possible to make sure I don't start crying then and there.
    "No problem" he said as I got up from the bench. I quickly walked out of the park and suddenly I heard a loud slap. Then another came from the exact same area. I went back and held in my laugh as I saw fell!goth holding his butt in pain as fell!pallette held his red marked face. It was absolutely hilarious, but I couldn't let them know I was there. I quickly went away once again and couldn't wait to talk about my problems with him when chara spoke...
    "That was a good idea to ask him that" they said while floating beside me and crossing their arms. I nodded in response as I looked at the ground with sadness. He hates me, doesn't he? That much? I mentally asked myself when I bumped into someone. The person and me fell to the ground, I landed on my behind as the person did the same.
    I looked at my hands to see that they had been covered with a black slime. It was odd until I realized...it was nightmare. He looked at my surprised as I got up and wiped my hands on my shorts and began to take my leave. Nightmare grabbed my hand as I pushed him back. He looked at me with worry and sadness, which I didn't think he could feel.
    "DON'T YOU HATE ME?!, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled sadly when I made a seen, sending everyone's gaze onto me. I ran as fast as I could but got tired in a forest when I was running. Nightmare was probably looking for me to make me his slave again, but I can't take it anymore!. I mentally yelled as I took out my large knife and slit my leg.
    It filled with blood and I just kept cutting my legs until I decided to cut my arms. I continued this process until I finally got to my neck.
    "W-w-why have I l-l-lived s-so long? When I-I could've j-just done this a-a-a long time ago?" I said as I slowly slid the knife down my neck. It hurt so much but this would end my suffering. Would it?......

Nightmare's POV

    God damn it cross!. Where are you!. All I want to do is say sorry for what I said. Wait, that cut...no...no...I need to find him and now. He went this way but how can I be sure?. Too late now, he could be dead for all I know. I started to run the little path when I saw foot steps going into the woods. I followed them and soon found.....no.....
......No.......NO!.
    I ran towards Cross's lifeless, bloody body and cuddled his his head in my shoulder as I cried weakly. Cross had stabbed himself multiple times, why him?. Why couldn't it have been me!?. My body started to shift into my weak form when I felt a hand on my cheek, making me stop crying and look quickly at who did that. Cross was using his strength to hold my cheek. I held onto his hand and cried softly.
    "Cross!, please!" I sobbingly said as he smiled at me while blood trickled down the side of his mouth. "Please don't die!" I yelled hoping he would say something.
    "But....w-wasn't I annoying?" he asked like it was obvious.
    "No!, no your not! Please! Please...." my words went silent at the end and started to cry harder. He only smiled. But this wasn't fake nor was it forced. It was genuine and it only made me cry harder, if possible.
    His hand went limp as I picked him up. His eyes started to close when I picked him up like a bride. "Please, don't fall asleep" I said soothingly as I rubbed the top of his eye with my thumb. I teleported to the hospital and ran in. The nurses took him on a stretcher and began to hall him off into another room.
    I walked back and forth until a nurse came to see me. She told me that he would be fine, but his leg is in bad shape and is in need of healing. I nodded as I asked..." h-hey, can I... y'know...see him" I asked awkwardly. She nodded and led me to a room that said 501 on the side. She opened the door where cross was laying. I ran to the side of his bed and held his hand while mumbling apologies under my breathe.
    He groggily woke up but I wasn't sure if he was and looked at me with sadness in his eyes, as if he wanted to die. I held onto his hand tighter, trying not to burst into tears just looking at his sad face. Why didn't he tell me any of his sadness, why did he hide it away......

(I'm really sorry for not updating!)