Danvid one shots

I lied

/Hi! Before this starts I just want to say, suicide and self harm warning. Don't like it, don't read it. Also sorry this may suck, I don't really write this all the time so.... atleast I tried..../

David walked around the forest clearing, the air crisp and warm. He sighed and dragged his feet to a nearby rock to where he sat down. Today had been bad. David had the idea to do arts and crafts and was immediately shot down by everyone. Words were thrown, punches (by nurf)were also thrown at different parts of the day and David was just done. "Why does everyone hate me?" He asked himself, trying to hold back tears. "I- I'm not that bad.... am I?" David's posture sunk as his nails dug into his pale lanky arms. "I- Daniel thinks I'm great..." Daniel. The only person who could make David better than the true mess that he was. But, that was probably an act, just him trying to he nice to David. For pity. How much like everyone else in the world did. A small sad laugh escaped David's lips as he got up from the rock. The sun had partially set, leaving the once bright baby blue sky with a mix of yellow, now a dark blue with streaks of purple and pink.  "How beautiful." David breathed out, walking up the hill back to his cabin. "That's good. For it will be the last beautiful and truly amazing thing I see." He opened the brown wooden door and stepped inside his cabin. The walls were scattered with several papers, optimistic posters, the staff, and a calender. David walked to his dresser and took out a pen and piece of paper. He opened the top of the pen and started writing;

Dear campers, Gwen, and Daniel,          this is something isn't it? The supposed 'happiest person on earth' taking his own life. Well, even the most optimistic and happy person can also be the most unhappy and broken.

David frowned and put the pencil down for a moment. He wanted to be sure this was the thing he wanted to do. Thoughts swirled through his head and he put his hand down, it clenching. "Arghhh.. I don't know! I don't know!"  Hot tears started to fall  from his eyes, his face starting to turn a red. It was like a battle, between two voices. One screaming
Do it! Come on David. You know you want to. No one needs you anyways! You've seen how they act. They /hate/ you! You hate you! So, why not get rid of yourself to cause less pain? Doesn't that sound nice?
While the other was way different. David, don't do it. Sure the kids are assholes, but they still love and care about you. Everyone would miss you too.
David was conflicted. On one hand the bad voice was right. He did want to in a way. And ending himself would make himself happier. While the other one had a good point too. The kids would probably miss him, but it wasn't too likely. "Okay." He said wiping his tears. His voice was firm and true. He knew his choice. He picked the paper back up and started to write  more. "Heh, sorry kiddos, but I don't want anymore pain caused."

Now I don't want anyone blaming themselves. This was my choice, and only mine. I'm just tired of causing pain to you guys and myself.
~David

Ps. Daniel, thank you so much for actually believing in me. I never got to tell you this, but.. I love you.

There. It was done. David gripped the note close and made his way to the bathroom, singing.

It's another morning
Gotta get up from my bed
What are these thoughts, what are these thoughts
They're running through my head
I guess I'm over thinking
But I feel like I am sinking
I'm going down, going down
Going down the drain

David stepped inside the small room, looking for some sleeping pills and razors.
It ain't easy as it seems trust me
But I've been there before

David smiled as he picked up the razor and pill bottle.  "Couldn't hide from me!" He said taking the protective cap from the razor. That was the sad thing though, they couldn't hide. They couldn't stop David from commiting the crime of taking his life.

So hey?
How ya' doing?
Well I'm doing just fine

The razor slid against David's skin, crimson blood coming to the surface. He winced some and bit his inner cheek, yet kept cutting.
I lied
I'm dying inside
Hey? Can't you see I'm not fine at all?
But I'll just keep it to myself

His arm was red, from both the blood cascading down his arm, and how irritated the razor made his skin.." oh well.... time for the other one." He repeated the same actions, now both arms coated with shallow, deep, long, and small cuts. Somehow during this Daniel popped into mind. How would he feel about him doing this? .....the thought made David guilty. But he made up his mind, it couldn't be changed.

I keep my distance from you
It's a repeated cycle
A memory appeared, of him and Daniel. The two were by the lake, skipping stones. David had... well cut earlier that day and Daniel had saw. He questioned David on it, but he kept making excuses. Once David was done with this, the truth would be revealed to as what those marks were.
I need to stop
Think I should stop
From being in denial
Oh I don't wanna hurt you
I know you're trying to help me
But no, I'll say no
Time and time again.
The final step of death had came. With a shaky hand, David reached his hand out to the pill bottle. He screamed out some from the burning pain from his arms. "O-okay... maybe that w-wasn't the best choice... b-but soon it won't matter!" The pills number that poured in his hand didn't matter to David, since he knew it was way over the limit. He took the handfull of pills and set them in his mouth. David then took a cup he had for rinsing his teeth and filled it up with water, taking a huge sip. The pills went down harshly, soon talking their effect.

No it's not that I'm ungrateful
Not trying to be pitiful
It's just- it's just
Oh I don't know
David fell to the ground hacking and foaming at the mouth. No words could be said and nothing could be done for him, as the pills would have taken full effects in a few minutes.

It ain't as easy as it seems trust me
But I've been there before
So hey?
The world started to spin as David now lay flat on the floor. His eyes were still open, but his breathing was shallow. And kept getting even more shallow at the minute.

How you doing?
Well I'm doing just fine
I lied
I'm dying inside
Hey?
Can't you see I'm not fine at all?
But I'll just keep it to myself
David's last breath took its toll and he now laid dead. His eyes were still open and the blood from his arms had started to form a puddle.

Until he was found that morning....

To be continued