I'm Falling but Don't Catch Me {Sansxreader} SuicideTale

Ch. 1. Falling Pain

A/n - I listened to blue while writing this, and it made it much more emotional, I recommend u doing the same!

A/n2- this is my first fic, nice  criticism is appreciated!

With shaking hands, you reached up, gripping the nearest rock. Climbing Mt. Ebott wasn't the easiest when your eyes are blurry and tear filled, arms sore with fresh slits, blood trickling down your wrists causing the rocks to be slippery with scarlet liquid. Hauling yourself up, you sighed. You shut your eyes, resting for a minute. Your muscles ached as you clutched the fairly steep mountainside. It was a beautiful Wednesday in March. You laughed to yourself at the contrast in mood. The sun is happily shining, city is buzzing, kids are enthusiastically licking melting ice cream cones, and here you are, climbing Mt. Ebott, blood soaking into the dust of the mountain, telling your gruesome story. These are your last moments, yet everyone is carrying on, having a merry day. Not that you want the whole world to stop for you, its just depressing to see everyone else's bliss during such intense despair. You grimaced, sticking your tongue out at the minuscule city below you, continuing your climb. As you climbed, flashbacks of why you're even in this position made your heart lurch. Your (e/c) eyes dull with pain, you pulled yourself over the edge of the mountain. Breath coming in exasperated puffs, you glanced at the rocky terrain in front of you. You've made it to the top of Mt Ebott. Anxiety clutched your stomach as you thought to yourself. "Its time."

The red record button blinked, indicating its recording status. Its been 2 hours since you started climbing, and you are sat on the edge of the gaping hole that lead to the supposed "Underground". You swung your legs back and forth nervously, holding your favorite camera in front of your tear stained face. You had brought your camera to record your jump, you wanted everyone to see what they've done. They're all an accomplice of murder, and you want them to feel the pain that they brought upon you. All of the endless nights of stinging pain in your heart and wrists proved too much to handle. You were numb at this point, as you blankly stared into the camera and started talking.

"Its (y/n). Im sure you all know where i am. I've climbed this son of a bitch just for you my friends. You really hate me that bad? Then you MUST enjoy seeing me plunge to my death from a giant god-knows-how-deep pothole!"

You held your inflamed, blood stained wrist up to the camera.

" I have done this so many times now that it doesn't even hurt! And thats all because of ho you treated me. You all know what you did. In fact, on this camera i have a clip for each piece of shit that contributed to the hell that is my existence."

You looked nervously to the time at the top of the screen.

5:30 pm.

"Well. I guess thats it. Ive gotta jump before it gets too dark, you all need to be able to see the blood that surrounds me when i hit the ground. Its all on your hands."
You smiled menacingly.

"If anyone is actually in the "Underground" or whatever its called, please give this to someone i know. Look through the clips and give it to one of those people. Once someone has gotten it, spread it around like the plague. I'm (y/n), and i am done."

You swallowed nervously, keeping the camera still on you. With shaking hands you turned to the hole. You took a deep breath, looking around at everything, just thinking, absorbing your last few moments you have left. And with that, you let yourself fall to the side like a rag doll. As your body fell effortlessly, you screamed. Then everything went black.