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daily-whump-dump · 4 years

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Whump Day 4

Trigger Warning: self harm, depression, blood

Continuing off Whump Day 3

*B came to check of A. He’s locked himself in the bathroom after a fight with a bully.*

B: A? Are you okay?

A’s breath caught in his throat as he heard her voice outside. His heart was pounding. What if she found out?

A: I’m fine, B. I just need a moment. I’ll be out soon.

B waited patiently on the bed. Meanwhile, A scrambled around on the other side of the door, cleaning his scissors and the blood. He flushed the tissues down the toilet and straightened out his now-dirty shirt.

Every single one of those steps caused him a lot of pain. Whether that was his ribs when he breathed or his head as he moved around. Still, he hurried on, worried that B would get suspicious.

Finally, he stepped out, dishevelled and tired.

B: Oh my god! I can’t believe he did this to you! You poor thing!

She got up and went to touch his cheek where a bruise was beginning to form. A flinched and swatted her hand away.

A: Don’t touch me!

His words came out harsher than he expected and she looked momentarily hurt by them. Yet she took it in her stride and apologised.

B: Well... Perhaps you should go to the infirmary?

A’s stomach clenched. The infirmary? They were bound to find out about his vice if he went there!

A: I think I’ll be okay. I just need some time to rest.

B: Do you want me to stay with you?

Did he?

He nodded and wordlessly slipped into the bedsheets, hoping he could sleep this mess away.

B lay beside him and listened to his heartbeat. Why wouldn’t he let her help him? Why was he forcing himself to suffer?

She couldn’t shake off the feeling he was hiding something.

To be continued...

#tw blood #tw self harm #tw depression #whump #whump scenario #whump day 4

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Whump Day 3

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self harm

This is continuing off Whump Day 2

*A has returned to his room (it is in a boarding school)*

A panted, finally reaching the safety of his dorm. Running into the bathroom, he slammed the door hut and sunk to the floor. He could barely think straight.

Failure. Useless. Pathetic.

Opening the cupboard below the sink, he pulled out his pair of scissors. Just once, he promised himself. He hadn’t touched the blade in ages.

Brushing his thumb against the sharp edge, he pushed all the doubts out of his head. Just once.

Before he could back out, he slashed his forearm.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

He lost count. I didn’t matter. The scars would just blend in with the other hundreds littering his skin. No one would notice. No one would care.

He buried his head in his knees and cried. Why was he so worthless?

There was a sound at the door. He looked up, straining to hear what or who it could be. His roommate wouldn’t be back for some time. The only others who knew the passcode to enter the room were his close friends - one of which was B.

B: A? Are you in there?

To be continued...

#tw depression #tw self harm #whump #whump day 3 #whump scenario #mental anguish

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Whump Day 2

*A is fighting C (in this case a school bully). B is worried about him.* TRIGGER WARNING: verbal abuse, swearing

A felt his head spinning. Perhaps he could win this fight? C was strong, but he was more agile. He landed a hit in C’s stomach. They growled. Lunging forward. People were gathering around, watching and filming the fight intently, no one willing to break it up. C pounced on A, pinning him to the ground.

C: Listen here you little sh*t. You won’t win this fight.

A grunted, struggling to push C off. The two stood up again eyeing each other.

C: You will lose this fight. You’re worthless, A. Face it, no one cares about what happens to you.

A snarled. He knew what C was trying to do. They were trying to get into his head. Since they were aware they couldn’t rely on their own skills to win the fight, the only way for them to come out on top was for him to give up.

A: I won’t listen to you.

However, the thought had been planted in his mind. As A paused for a moment, catching his breath, he was caught off guard. C kicked him in the stomach, sending him reeling backwards, gasping for air. Taking advantage of their opponent’s weakness, C directed a powerful uppercut at the boy, their fist colliding with his chin. A yelped in pain and fell to the floor, winded. He couldn’t take this.

C: See A? No one cares. They’re all laughing at you. They have it on video. You should have stopped when you had the chance.

C proceeded to kick him again and again in the ribs as A wheezed. Tears were pouring out of his eyes and the sounds around him were blurring into one. His vision blurred and he struggled to keep his eyes open. He could only hear laughter. C’s perhaps? Or was it everyone around him?

Suddenly B pushed through the crowd, horrified by the sight before her. She screamed at C to stop, pulling him back. C elbowed her in the chest and resumed abusing A.

B: What are you doing C? Can’t you see how much you’re hurting him? He’s crying!

As if the situation hadn’t been embarrassing enough, now B had to point out that A was crying!

B landed a loud slap onto C’s cheek, drawing the attention of everyone around them. Taking this opportunity, A got up, pushed through the crowd of eager onlookers and staggered away.

To be continued...

(I was supposed to continued yesterday’s idea today, but I forgot and started this, so I’ll do them both within the next few days!)

#tw swearing #tw verbal abuse #violecne #whump #whump scenario

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daily-whump-dump · 4 years

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Whump Day 1

*Characters A and B have both been captured by C and their followers. A is being interrogated, with no knowledge that B escaped and is bringing help.*

C: Now, listen here. Your friend is on the other side of that wall. For every sound you make, she will receive an hour of torture.

A looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. It had been two days - two days of this hell. But there was nothing in the world that he wouldn’t go through to make sure she was okay. Closing his eyes, he nodded in silence.

One blow. Two. Three. He could taste blood in his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks, but he bit his lip, keeping himself from making any noise.

C: This is no fun!

C paused and looked around, their lips curving into a sadistic smirk.

C: Let’s change things up a bit. For every tear you shed, I will let one of my men use B’s body for whatever he wants. How does that sound?

A flinched at C’s words, but he was in no position to speak. He shook his head, blinking away any tears left. C merely laughed and continued with his beating. A couldn’t take it much longer. He whimpered as a fist made contact with his neck. Tears formed in his eyes again and he tried in vain to hold them back. If he was the reason for her pain, he would never forgive himself.

C: Was that a sound?

C leaned in close to A.

C: Are those tears?

A’s lips trembled as he strained to keep himself from crying. There were too many tears! He couldn’t hold them in.

C: You lost A. Her pain is all your fault now.

C nodded to some of his men behind him.

C: Use her. Do whatever you want.

A screamed as the men nudged each other and laughed, leaving the room. Moments later, he heard screams.

B’s voice: Please! Oh god! No! Help! Someone? Anyone? Help!

Despite his pain, A jumped up an threw himself at the wall. He hit it and screamed himself hoarse. Sinking to the floor, he broke down. It was all his fault. She was losing her dignity and it was all his fault.

To be continued...

#whump #whump scenario #male whump #physical violence #can be triggering

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