A silhouette of a teenage contrasted the colorful sunset. Eraserhead stared at the mysterious figure for a second, struggling to understand what the figure was doing and also very oblivious to the events that were about to take place.
"Wha..." he whispers to himself. He looks again at the figure before blinking. When he opens his eyes, it's gone. Using his capture device, he hops his way over there. Finally finding the roof the silhouette was on moments before, he peers over the edge of the building to find a green-haired teen impaled into a pole.
"Holy shit." he whispers, an expression of horror crossing his face. About to make his way down, he is interrupted by low groaning.
"Fuck," the mysterious boy moaned, groping the pole in his chest. He lifts a red hand, blood dripping onto the dirty concrete below, and ruffles his hair. A mixture of dirt and dust falls out, floundering a bit before falling slowly to the ground. He heaves himself up and off the pole, flinching slightly at the irritation of the wound. More blood poured out of the child and Eraserhead, even from the twelfth story, could see some of his organs falling out.
The boy noticed and sighed quietly in exasperation. He lent down to pick up his lost body parts and stuffed them into his small but lean arms, as if this happened as a normal occurrence. Wincing at the noticeable pain in his chest, he walks to the entrance of the alleyway, completely oblivious to the prying eyes of pro hero Eraserhead.
"The fuck?"
. . . .
inspired by ReadNonsense
their book was amazing and i'm sad it was discontinued
a rewrite of the original, "suicide 101"
i wanted to change it up a bit because
i felt like the original title almost idolized suicide.
i didn't want that to be the message of the book.
this book is about learning to want and love life.
i also wanted to say this is sort of a self-reflection.
i used to want to die, so bad.
but now i don't.
i love life. so much.
i love my family, my friends, my life in general.
i'm so glad to be alive and i hope you can
get some sort of comfort from this book and the message
i'm trying to send. here are some help lines if you need support.
➤ 988 (suicide help line)
➤ text HOME to 741741 for a crisis text line for help with school, life,
suicidal feelings, anxiety, or any emotional distress
➤ text 1-800-931-2237 for help with any eating disorder
➤ call 1-800-931-2237 for help with eating disorders (anorexia,
bulimia, etc.)
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if you need someone to talk to, my insta is
@swagmasterfuckface420. my dms are ALWAYS open,
no matter race, age, gender identity, sexual orientation,
political party, or religious beliefs.
your mental and physical health is more important
than superficial shit like that. you are more important than that.
please please please call 911 if you or a loved one
is in any danger. be safe, eat, drink water, and love yourself.
you are worth it.
YOU ARE READING
before i vanish
FanfictionMidoriya knows a lot of things. He knows that he's quirkless, that Bakugou Katsuki is an asshole, and that he likes sunsets. He knows of the hatred his mother harbors towards him and that katsudon tastes good. What he didn't know, however, was that...
