HUGE TRIGGER WARNING:
this fic contains detailed descriptions of self-harm (cutting) and depictions of self-hatred, please click away if you are sensitive to this. if you decide to read anyway, you have been warned.
this is also a vent fic heehoo(im not okay)
Black Streaks
round 1
a vent fic, i dont think im okay. i wont go into details, so just read away. i tried a new writing style; it seems almost poetic! it wont exactly rhyme, but i hope you enjoy it anyway :)
BIG big TW for detailed descriptions of self-harm (cutting), please click off if you are sensitive to or get triggered by content like this. i dont want my readers to start reading without forewarning.
Wakko rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the shaving razor Yakko conveniently had not thrown away. He looked and looked and looked, where was it? He couldn't find it. It had to be there somewhere.
They looked in the cabinet next to the sink, the one above the sink, and the one below the sink. It shouldn't be this hard to find! Where was it? They were running out of places to look. It should be there if Yakko hadn't thrown it away!
He scanned the bathroom once more. The cabinet next to the bathtub, it must be there! He rushed over to it and shoved everything out of it until he saw it.
They found the razor!
He smiled. It was in his hands, there it is! He jumped up and down with morbid excitement, but quietly so as to not wake his sibs. He sat down on the ground and eyed his thighs. At last, he could finally draw his black streaks.
They took the razor and grazed it along a leg, how wonderful the pain. Dots of black ink seeped through the slit they inflicted.
It felt so satisfying, he wanted more! He streaked and streaked and streaked, how wonderful the sting. He never thought he'd go this far, but he didn't regret it. He needed more.
They made one, two, three more lines, it felt so amazing. The gashes leaked beautifully, they loved this. They made more and more until they were finally satisfied.
He looked at the mess he had made, luckily nothing dropped on the floor. He grabbed the toilet paper from the counter and dabbed wads on his wounds for a good 6 minutes or so.
As they soaked up the congealing liquid, a sudden wave of regret and shame came over them and they just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, they've really hit rock bottom, haven't they?
He felt awful, miserable, how could they have let himself do this? He hated this, he couldn't let his siblings find out. Ever. If they did, who knows what kind of mental anguish he'd get himself into?
Their thighs hurt like hell, it felt horrible. They continued to cry, knowing they'd already become addicted to slitting, but it was too late to back down now. This was part of them now. They were a cutter now.
Once the bleeding stopped, he stood up, razor in hand. This was his new habit: streaking. He briefly ran the razor under the faucet water and dried it off. His upper legs stung and stung and stung, he continued to cry.
They were done cutting for that day. They dreaded the next day because they knew they'd crave more carvings into their skin. But they'd also accepted it, for they knew they've done too much to be able to stop themself to try and stop it.
He went back to his room and slept, thighs burning. But he smiled. He wanted more.
uhhhhhh yeahhh i hope u,,,, enjoyed ?
round 2
Wakko tended to his wounds in the bathroom, they were better today but were still sore. He didn't want to want to slit again, it scared him greatly.
He regretted slicing his thighs and shamed himself, his siblings would be hurt to see him. They wouldn't be happy with him, that scared him.
Wakko was wary of his siblings. They were right around the corner, in the living room, right outside the bathroom. He had to be careful. They couldn't see.
He inhaled, exhaled, then opened the bathroom door. He was mentally prepared now.
He stepped outside, there was Yakko and Dot. They didn't face him, he was safe to pass through! He dashed through the living room and into the bedroom.
Apparently, he wasn't quiet enough.
He stretched his sweater down to cover his thighs, he pleaded they wouldn't suspect anything. But Yakko noticed and asked him about it. Wakko lied, telling him he fell the day prior, hopefully Yakko would buy it.
Yakko thought a moment, then shot an unsure "Okay then," at Wakko. He was cleared, but that means no more thigh streaking; he needs another place to slit.
They improvised; their upper arms! Their siblings would never suspect a thing. They grinned, their upper arms were hidden all the time, it was perfect!
He formed a plan: he'd make markings at night, in the shower, generally anywhere he wouldn't be disturbed without good reason. Hopefully Yakko wouldn't question his old razor being missing, Wakko would lie, saying he'd thrown it away for him.
It was settled. They'd slit whenever they could be alone, the urge to streak grew stronger. They needed to carve into their skin now.
Wakko grabbed the razor from the bedroom and zoomed to the bathroom once again, he was entranced by the sharp metal blade in his hands, the thought of slits on his shoulders made him crave them, he needed to bleed.
They sat in front of the mirror. They pulled down the left shoulder of their sweater, exposing their actual shoulder. They readied the blade and-
Three lines appeared. He loved how it stung. A drop of ink dragged itself down Wakko's arm, a trail soaked into his fur and sweater. They got a wad of toilet paper and dabbed it on the fresh wounds.
A knock, knock, knock was heard from the door, it made Wakko jump. A voice that belonged to their sister, Dot, complained about how long Wakko was taking. They quickly stated that they'd be out in a minute, rushing to clean up. They threw the wad of paper in the trash, they rinsed the razor off. They pulled the shoulder of their sweater back up and told Dot they were done.
He rushed out of the bathroom, hoping Dot wouldn't question his hastiness. But unfortunately, she asked him what the rush was.
They lied, saying they needed to do something. Dot thought a moment, then uttered an unsure "Well, okay," to Wakko. They were safe, but they knew right then and there that they couldn't hide this for much longer.
He sighed. He'd gotten himself into a hole he couldn't dig out of. He began to sob.
yeah i kinda had this chapter fully written since. what, a week ago? idk but i havent gotten to typing it out until today lol,, yeah,, i hope yall enjoy it so far. spoiler alert i plan on making roughly 6 chapters,, chapter 3 is currently in progress!