Content: Suicide

content: suicide

"There will be rest, and sure stars shining

Over the roof-tops crowned with snow

A reign of rest, serene forgetting

The music of stillness,

holy and low..."

- The Music of Stillness, Elaine Hagenburg

Whumpee was on the floor, bleeding out. The gash in their side was spilling blood on the floor, staining the dingy concrete.

Whumper would find them hours later, lying in a pool of their own blood. They would be furious, but they would have no life to take it out on. Not anymore.

Whumpee had been through too much in this basement— years had passed by now. Whumpee couldn't take it.

So when Whumpee found one of Whumper's tools left on the floor, they took the chance.

Now, they looked out that tiny window high on the wall, at the stars shining above them. They knew now that they could finally rest.

🌹

Whumpee strained their head to the side, squinting. Their vision was blurry, but... was that the shape of a man against the navy sky?

Wings splayed out slowly behind the individual— massive wings! Was this Whumpee's guardian angel? Were they saved?

Doing this again!!

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

i had a vision please let me just

cw: begging, kinda dehumanizing, attempted murder i guess, bad writing

a whumper breaks into someone’s house (with the intent of killing them). they got a knife or gun in their hand. they find the whumpee and basically chase them all around their house until eventually backing them up into a corner.

at this point, whumpee genuinely believes that they are about to die, so before they can even really think about what they’re doing, they drop to their hands and knees and beg for their life.

most of it is just crying and saying “pleaseplease dont, please-” over and over again. at some point they grabbed onto the killers pant leg like a child would in their desperate attempt for mercy. they don’t even remember doing it to be honest.

once that little outburst is over, whumpee realizes that their begging was not only humiliating, but most likely pointless. whumpee stays frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, not daring to look up like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.

whumper is unnaturally quiet, and they stay quiet for way too long. whumpee can’t tell from the position they’re in, but whumper was uncharacteristically amused by this little show. normally they would have killed and their victims by now, maybe they’re getting soft.

after a few more minutes of deafening silence, whumpee finally gets enough courage to try and look up at them. their eyes almost reach their face when whumper grabs their hair, and slowly (but roughly) leans their head back down.

now whumpee is confused. are they still going to kill them? are they going to let them go? that seems way to easy… whumpers hand is still lingering on their head, in a way that could almost be mistaken as comforting.

whumpee was almost going to say something when whumpers hand starts moving, they flinch violently as they feel fingers ruffling their hair, as if they were a dog.

whumpee has a feeling they aren’t going to be let go anytime soon.

(sorry for the horrible writing i’ve never really done one of these before, and also i’m really tired)

one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.