Rotting.Corpze

⚠️TW: This chapter contains referenced depression and suic!de attempt. If you're struggling PLEASE reach out to someone.

English isn't my first language so I apologize for all gramatical mistakes. Have fun reading))

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I'm gonna fucking end it. Everything's so awful. This year's harvest has been so shitty due to the cold weather, the Villager's health is declining rapidly, the four lords barely make themselves heard and Mother Miranda is just watching.

I look at the gun laying right in front of me, my hands shaking. Aside from the economical and general problems, my own health has been declining more and more too. Both physically and mentally.

I've lost motivation to do literally anything a long time ago. Been in and out of depressive episodes but this time... This time feels different. Worse. Like my time is up, like there's no future planned for me.

My fingers carefully move towards the weapon. I haven't showered in over two weeks. Haven't left the house for three. Haven't eaten anything in the past two days. Have been wearing the same clothes for a week.

The tip of my weak, boney and disgusting fingers touch the cold metal of the slide. I barely have the energy to stand up right, let alone lift anything other than my own body. How pathetic.

My fingers close around the grip of the gun. It's heavy. Heaver than usual. Maybe it's my mind, trying to convince me that it's too heavy and that I should just go back to bed. Or maybe it's the lack of nutrition and usage of my muscles. Whatever it is, It's not like that matters now.

With trembling fingers I lift the the muzzle towards my face, the cold metal stinging against my chin like a sharp, frozen blade. There's nothing left for me here. No use for me. If anything I'm a burden. Just a waste of space, another greedy mouth to feed.

My finger twitches against the trigger, my entire body tense with seemingly the last bit of strength I have left. I'll finally be able to rest. Free this world from my dead weight and let myself forget everything. Let everyone forget me.

I take a deep breath to calm my quivering body down. The longer I wait, the more I'll hesitate. Sigh. I gradually increase force, the bone of my fingertip trapping the thin skin between it and the trigger and-

BOOM! A loud bang, dust swirls up, sudden light fills the room as someone crashed through the wall, splinters and pieces of wood flying everywhere. Wha- I snap back to reality, reflexes kicking in. I jump to the side, all the muscles in my body tensing until- click. Boom.

"AARGH." I drop to the ground, fingers clasping at my jaw as excruciating pain radiated trough my face. FUCK. Blood flows immediately, coating my fingers with thick, slimy red liquid and pouring onto the floor. My breat hitches, teeth gritted, body curled into a ball and fingers clenched around my jaw. It hurts so much.

I lay there frozen on the floor, my senses numbed by the pain as my vision starts to blur. No, no nononono. I apply more pressure, shooting another wave of pain trough my entire body. Black dots start dancing in front of my eyes, taking over more and more of my vision.No I- it can't...

The last thing I see is someone or something stepping in front of me before everything goes black.

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Ik the first chapter is pretty short but I'll try to make the next ones longer. If you have any suggestions or critique please comment.

Drawing time 1: ~50min

Drawing time 2: ~45min

It's a bit deformed but I think it looks okay nonetheless

Originals:

(alternative drawing with rear streaks)