{"sf1_id":272023,"sf2_id":"m0KxrzKe","title":"i'm a scarecrow, not jesus","author":"GingerBear","words":408,"posted_at":"2011-07-28T19:24:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","Suicide"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/272023-i-m-a-scarecrow-not-jesus","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/m0KxrzKe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5e/04/5e04ea78-67bf-4d11-a68c-fb2d19ae6282","description":"","content":"\\*\\*A/N: unlike nearly all my writing on here, this one has no yiff in it. this is actually a suicide oneshot. i'm taking a breather from all the sex. this is not within the timeline of the rest of the oneshots. it's just randomly here. as always, i crave feedback. please and thank you \\*nuzzle\\* read on, lovelies. enjoy.\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKayramell put her new CD in her stereo and lays on her bed, her eyes closed, her paws resting on her stomach.\n\n_I am so happy,_\n\n_Whether you know it or not,_\n\n_We should be happy,_\n\n_That's what I said from the start,_\n\n_I am so happy,_\n\n_Knowing you are the one that I want for the rest of my days,_\n\n_Yeah all of my days_\n\nThe panda's eyes water slightly and she wipes them dry, her tears rolling down the fur on her paw. He looks over at her dresser where there's a small box.\n\nShe swallows, knowing the contents of this box.\n\nTaking a shaky breath, Kayramell slides off her bed and retrieves the box, lifting the lip slowly and gently, as if it were going to explode if she lifted it too fast, too rough.\n\nThe small piece of metal shimmers when the light hits it and Kayramell lifts it gently from the box, feeling the cool steel on the soft spots of her paws.\n\nThe panda slowly unwraps the bandages from her arms; a few spots are stained with blood. She winces as some of the unhealed wounds are provokes as she pulls the cotton gauze off her wounds.\n\nPressing the small piece of metal into her wrists, Kayramell sighs biting her lower lip to keep from whimpering from the intense pain.\n\n_It'll go away soon_ she thinks to herself, pressing the blade deeper.\n\nThen, she feels a slight \" **_pop_**\" and everything happens very quickly.\n\nShe looses all feeling in her paws and her small stubby tail goes limp.\n\nShe can feel her blood pulse out of her wrist with each beat of her heart. Her breathing becomes labored as her vision fades into black.\n\nShe lies on the floor, loosing all strength in her muscles.\n\nShe takes one final breath as the music fades out\n\n_I'm happy knowing that you are mine_\n\n_The grass is greener on the other side_\n\n_The more I think, the more I wish_\n\n_That we could lay here for hours and just reminisce_\n\n_Uh, oh, oh..._\n\n  \n  \n\n"}