A/N: Contains self harm, purging and suicidal thoughts and attempt.

Dick cut and cut his arm until his vision was blurry with tears. Dick slowly pushed himself onto his feet and inhaled sharply as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Dick blinked his eyes quickly trying to shake off the dizziness and focus for a moment.

He slowly made his way over towards the sink and turned the water on before thrusting his blood covered arm in the water. Dick hissed at the sudden paint it caused but after awhile the pain died down and he felt nothing.

Dick felt dislocated, totally out of place and numb.

He cleaned his arm up quickly knowing that Roy would most likely be back any second. He found some bandages and wrapped his arm up before yanking his long sleeve t-shirt down to hide his cut and his pain.

Only a few minutes passed since Dick left the bathroom did Roy show up with bags of food. Roy wore a smile on his face which made Dick feel a little bit jealous at the moment. He felt nothing! And he knew if he put a smile on his face that it would be fake and that he would still feel nothing at all.
But, Dick didn't want to worry Roy any more that he already has so he plastered a fake smile upon his face to tell his friend that he was okay, when in reality he was anything but.

They sat on the couch, at and watched some television. But for Dick every second, every breath and every bit was unbearable for him. He finished most of the food Roy brought before he slipped away towards the bathroom.

Once the door closed behind him, Dick pressed his back against it and slid down to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest as he began to break down. Everything was just too much for him, he could no longer feel the aster but only the disaster that his life had become.

After a few moments, Dick brushed his tears away and moved over towards the toilet. He tossed the lid up and looked into the bowl, breathing heavily against it as he was mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do.
With a last inhaled, Dick pulled his long sleeve t-shirt up and brought his hand towards his mouth. He closed his hand, only leaving two fingers out for him to shove down his throat.

Dick bit his lip as tears filled back up his broken blue orbs. His hands were shaking but something inside him kept telling him to do it, to throw up and get rid of the food because he didn't deserve it and that he didn't matter.
After struggling with himself, Dick finally placed his fingers inside his mouth and press down his throat. At first he just gagged and chock on spit before everything he had just eaten came rushing back up.

Time seemed to have frozen for him, for he had no idea how long he was actually in there throwing up. After he felt like his stomach was finally empty, Dick flushed the toilet and moved towards the sink. He quickly rinsed his mouth out and then glanced at himself in the mirror.

He hated what he saw.
He didn't recognize who was starring back at him, for whomever this was, was someone how looked broken beyond repair.

Dick shut his eyes tightly as his breathing picked up and he began to break down once more. His mind was going a mile per second. His thoughts were dark and scaring causing Dick to feel helpless. He wanted to scream, to cry out all his suffering and pain but nothing came out but more tears and him deciding to listen to his dark thoughts.

He was nothing.
He was a disappointment, a waste of space.
He was worthless.
No one would miss him, cause nobody cared.
He was pathetic and he had no right to live and keep going especially when Jason, Wally and his parents deserved to live so much more than him. He should be the one dead and buried not them!!
The best thing would to end it and save everyone else from suffering because of him.

Dick looked back at the mirror at his broken self. He didn't know what to do at the moment but his body and mind clearly did, because he began opening the cabinet and grabbed ahold of a bottle of sleeping pills.

The pill bottle laid heavily within Dick's shaking hands. He inhaled and closed his eyes, allowing everything to flow over him.

He could save them, protect everyone from more pain. He wouldn't be the case of more sorrow and death. Hr could stop it now and be free from them. To no longer hurt them by his mere presence.

He closed his hand around the bottle of pills before he stepped out of the bathroom. He looked around the corner to see Roy drinking a beer and talking on the phone.
He couldn't bring himself to listen in on the conversation or to bring himself to say goodbye to friend.

So, Dick turned and quietly climbed out the bedroom window and escaped into the cool air outside.

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It didn't take Dick too long to get where he was going, for he had walked this path so many times. He wasn't sure as to which spot to stop at but eventually his heart told him where to go and he listen.

Dick slowly walked up the grass cover hill, making his way towards his destination, towards his end.

Up ahead of him was a large stone which he knew by heart what it read.

Wallace West
A beloved son and friend who's life was cut too short. He will be deeply missed.

Dick walked before the headstone, laid his hand upon it before allowing his legs to give out. As his knees crashed upon the ground, his wall inside him SHATTERED, allowing all the hurt to flow freely now.

After a moment, Dick unscrewed the lid off the bottle and looked inside it, seeing all the pills, seeing their freedom and his end.

"I'm.... I'm sorry Wally" Dick whispered as he brought the pill bottle up to his lips.
He shut his eyes as more tears slid down his face.

"I'm so sorry everyone!" Dick cried as he titled his head and the bottle backwards, allowing the pills to enter his mouth.

-This chapter is for:
mysticunicorn543

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