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Basil.
Basil. Basil.
What is Basil?
Oh, just the soft, sweet blonde who takes care of flowers and his grandmother.
A sick, twisted individual, capable of covering up a murder.
A boy who would put his life on the line for Sunny.
What is Sunny, then?
Broken. Ugly. Murderer.
Too sick
Too shut off for the world.
Nothing mattered to Sunny but what Basil thought of him. Sweet, innocent, helpless Basil. Oh, and look what he did. Basil wanted nothing to do with him, nothing at all. It all started with a secret told, one that was best kept.
“You’re bleeding.”
Oh. Right.
Sunny looks down as the disembodied voice instructs him to do so. Right.
He had gotten so emotional his nails had dug into his arms. He slowly releases his grip, deciding to stand up off of the dirty bathroom floor.
Should he call Basil? Apologize..? What if Basil wants nothing to do with him? What if he was planning his death as we speak?
“Sunny you fucking idiot,” spoke Omori. “It was a mistake. You knocked over one of his flowers, he will live.”
Earlier today, he had been at Basil’s house. The two were reconnecting, one could say, as the time had only served to bring them apart. And Sunny had too, knocking over Basil’s gorgeous sunflower in his nice painted pot.`
Sunny deserves punishment. Pain.
He doesn’t deserve Basil.
As he looks in the mirror, all he can see is his own blank stare, glaring back at his filthy, thin, broken body.
“Antagonizing ourselves again, are we?”
Oh, shut up.
Sunny’s soft hand reaches the doorknob, taking the liberty to go back into the comfort of his bedroom. Walking down the empty hall only serves to push the intrusive thoughts to the front of his head, that he deserved it when Basil shrieked at the plant falling. What a fucking idiot.
Dumbass.
He enters the dark room, only to find the glint of his steak knife by the bedside.
Pain, all I deserve is pain.
He grabs the knife, dragging it slowly across his skin, almost sensually, in a satisfying manner. Only a thin layer of blood appears, the red slowly beading up.
“Sunny, I swear to Christ, this isn’t something to get all worked up over.”
But all he wanted was pain.
He holds the knife in his hand, weighing down heavily on him. Slicing a bit deeper, he decides to go towards his hand. First mistake.
Sunny gasps.
As the blood leaks out, he looks up, suddenly feeling dizzy.
Taking in a deep breath, he steadies the knife again and slices vertically thrice, each one deeper than the last. The blood starts to gush.
“Sunny, don’t you think this is a little stupid…? A plant.. Really.”
“Oh shut up-” Sunny replies, whipping his head up.
The movement proves too much for him as he stumbles backwards, vision going grey.
“Fuuuck …”
Sunny drops the knife, digging his free hand into the wounds, sucking in the air through his teeth.
As he steadies himself, his blood slowly drips onto the carpet, something he knows his mother will find later.
“Hey, Sunny…. I know you said you wanted to be alone but-” Basil slowly steps into the room, stopping his sentence as he sees whats in front of him.
“Sunny…. What…?”
Sunny looks up and gasps, stepping back slowly. Fuck, Basil wasn’t suppposed to see this.
Basil laugha nervously, looking Sunny in his eyes. “What… What happened..? Are you insane..?” Basil looks confused as he steps back.
Sunny looks up, tears starting to well in his eyes. “I-”
“You… You what..? Are you doing this for attention or something??” Basil lowers his eyebrows. “You’re insane..!”
Sunny starts to sob as he holds his wrists, blood gushing from his wounds. “Basil, I’m sorry, really I swear!”
Basil turns around. “Don’t….. Don’t talk to me again. Okay? You’re fucking insane and we AREN’T FRIENDS.”
Basil turns to leave, but before he can make it, Sunny clings to his leg. “Basil…..” he breathes heavily, “Please don’t leave me…” As he clings, his world turns black and the blood loss seems to get to him, passing out on the spot.
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He wakes up in his own bed with a gasp, looking around the dark room.
“What the fuck is up with your dreams, dude?” He hears Omori comment.