Cw: drugs, hallucinations, injury, blood, arguing, references to self harm.
An alarm remind Mammon to get out of bed a few hours later. He didn't sleep. Actually he's forgotten what he's been doing, though he vaguely remembers spending money on something.
He didn't want to get up. He had to get up. His pills were wearing off.
He went straight to the bathroom and grabbed the bag of pills. They looked different. They now had a light blue tint, but to Mammon they were the only things that would get him through the day, so they didn't look too different to him.
He popped two in his mouth and began to get ready for school, waiting for the pills to kick in.
He stared into the mirror.
He looks great! Or at least he thought he looked great. Maybe the lack of sleep made him appear sick to others, but he couldn't tell.
"Everyone finds you repulsive."
Strangely Mammon has begun to get used to the voice, although he does still wish that it was just a thought or, at the very least, said something nice.
Before Mammon put the pills back into it's place he had a realization. The bathroom wasn't the best place for his pills. He looked around the room for a bit before deciding that under the couch was the best option.
"I'll find a better place later." He thought, slipping the bag under the cushions.
He decided to only take a shower, and hoped that he could get home soon.
In the middle of a shower the pills finally kicked in. He hated the feeling he got. He was happy but these pills didn't give him the same burst of energy he was used to. They made him exhausted to the point where he could barely open his eyes.
The next thing he knew he was laying in his shower as someone was banging on his bedroom door.
As he got up and saw as blood trickled from his face. He touched his nose. It didn't hurt but he knew he did something to it as he saw the blood on his fingers.
He still heard the banging as he turned off the shower and started drying off.
"Come on Mammon you're gonna be late."
"How is that possible?" He thought. "I had at least an hour. They shouldn't have even had breakfast yet."
Mammon put on his clothes and went to the door, quickly putting his hand over his nose
"Everyone already left but Lucifer wanted to make sure you were up." Beelzebub said then took a good look at Mammon.
"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You still look really sick."
Mammon's nose bled hard, so hard that wiping it only seemed to make it worse and draw attention to it.
"What happened?" Beelzebub said, panicked.
"I slipped in the shower but I'll be fine."
Mammon watched as Beelzebub quickly grabbed something from out of his pocket before handing it to him.
Mammon knew enough to know that bandage was going to do nothing for him, he would be quiet literally putting a bandage on a broken bone.
He looked up at Beelzebub. Getting ready to tell him just that. Then he saw the small smile plastered on his face, almost like he knew it was useless in this situation, but he still wanted to help.
Mammon put the useless bandage on his nose and grabbed a handkerchief for the blood.
Mammon dragged himself into school and watched as everyone began leaving for their classes. Scanning the walls he could tell that more flyers had appeared. He didn't even need to read them to know what they're about.
"I just have to get through this." He thought. But he was so tired that he considers finding a secluded place to sleep.
Mammon entered the student council room. Nothing has changed over the few weeks he's been gone, but something felt different. He hadn't noticed how truly empty the room was. He never cared too much before then but the lack of people only elevated his worry.
He looked up at Diavolo. He seemed to be in deep thought, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Mammon wanted to get this meeting out of the way. He was exhausted.
"Oh Mammon! Ar- What happened to your nose?"
"Are you feeling better?"
Diavolo gave Mammon a small smile then calmly walked over to him.
"I'm fine, just really tired."
"Mammon about the other day. Did you only said those things because you were tired."
"It's just. I um-" Mammon then stopped suddenly almost as if something caught you off guard.
"Why can't you just stop" Mammon said, his voice cracking a little as he tried to stop himself from crying.
"I want to hurt myself so badly and it's all your fault." Mammon's eyes rapidly looked around the school desperately trying to find who he was talking to.
But it there was no one except Diavolo and the few students still lingering in the hallway
"Why would you want to do that?"
Mammon only glanced at Diavolo before going back to looking around.
"Try to calm down, okay?"
Diavolo took a step, reaching his arm out in an attempt to consol him.
"STOP" Mammon yelled backing away.
"Do you want me to back up?"
Mammon went back to looking around and stayed that way until he eventually snapped out of it.
Mammon was horrified, embarrassed, he couldn't believe that he was stupid enough to say that out loud and to Diavolo off all people.
At least it wasn't Lucifer.
"I'm so sorry I don't know why I said that."
"But you meant it didn't you?"
He couldn't lie. He hated that he couldn't just lie his way out.
He just looked down at Diavolo's shoes.
"Look Mammon I can't force you to talk about anything but you can always talk to me."
He said the only thing he thought was true.
"I don't know why I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me. To be honest something hasn't been right for awhile now."
He felt great finally getting that out.
"I've noticed. Even if you haven't shown up often. You look worse everytime I see you."
Mammon looked up at Diavolo, and then remembered.
"Is there anything you can do about this?" Mammon said, gesturing to his hand and nose.
"How'd you break your hand?"
Mammon could tell that he didn't believe it, but Mammon continued.
"It's been like this for a few days now."
Mammon held out his bandaged hand. Lucky for him, he didn't need to remove the bandage to see that it was broken.
Diavolo seemed to be deep in thought as a concerned look was plastered on his face.
Diavolo turned around but Mammon didn't feel like following. He was far too tired so he closed his eyes hoping that he'll give himself a few seconds to relax.
There was a thud as though something had hit the floor.
Mammon woke up confused. He looked around at could make out three people from the corner of his eye. He waited for the ringing in his ears to dissipate.
"Did he pass out before he fell or after?"
"I have no clue. I was turned around, but he said he fell and broke his nose and hand earlier."
"His speech was a little slurred but I thought it was because of his nose. He doesn't seem drunk."
"He was really upset earlier so I don't know if that stressed him out or not. He was also sick."
"Do you know what upset him?"
"He's just been really depressed lately."
Mammon started to laugh. He knew that they were looking at him, so he sat up his vision going black for a split second.
"Why are y'all so worried I was just trying to sleep."
"Mammon no one save for Belphegor falls asleep standing."
"Mammon, he's a doctor and he's going to help you." Diavolo said.
The man that had been talking to them went up to Mammon.
"I need to check your nose."
"Mammon let him help you." Diavolo said
"I don't want help anymore." He snapped.
"Do you know if he normally acts like this?"
"No, he's usually more annoying." Lucifer said.
"STOP IT." Mammon yelled, pushing the doctor off of him. It took him a second for him to realize what he's done.
"I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, will you let me help you now?"
The man sighed, turning to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.
"Is there any way he could relax enough to let me check him?"
"No. Let me go home." Mammon answered.
"Mammon you're not leaving until you do what he says."
"Okay so this hand has been bothering you?" The man says, pointing at Mammon's broken hand.
"Okay" the man starts to remove Mammon's bandages
"Do you have to remove the bandages?" Mammon said, trying his hardest not to panic
"Well yes your wounds need to be healed too."
"Yeah you're brother said the you had cut your hand on some glass when you fell."
Mammon quickly pulled his hand back.
"I just want you to work on my hand and nothing else. You're not taking off the bandages."
Mammon was lucky in that the man could since his panic. He turned to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.
"Do you guys ming leaving the room for a bit?"
Although confused, they did agree and left the room.
the doctor looked at Mammon
"Mammon just remember that no matter what I'm not required to tell anyone you're business."
Mammon sighed pulling his arm back out
The man took off the bandages. Showing the scars covering his arm and hand.
After a few minutes of some sort of magic, he wrapped Mammon's arm and hand in new bandages and put casts on his hand and nose.
"You're injuries should heal by tomorrow, though it may scar."
After finally convincing him that he fell because he was tired, Mammon follow the doctor out of the room. Whatever magic the doctor used was helping, he was glad that they were able to force him to get them.
What he wasn't glad about was that Diavolo and Lucifer seem to be discussing him.
"So he can't come back for a bit until he's does this.," Diavolo said, pointing to the paper in his hand. Lucifer seemed to have a copy of the papers.
Rage boiled inside of him. He couldn't believe that Diavolo would tell Lucifer.
Never. He would never tell anyone again. It wasn't worth the help.
Before Diavolo could continue Mammon snatched the paper from his hands and ripped it into pieces.
"What's wrong?" Diavolo asked.
"Why would you say that?"
"Because I want you to get help."
"You don't give a fuck about how I feel you piece of shit."
Mammon stormed off not listening to the calls for him to return.
Mammon was sent home which he had no issue with. To his dismay Lucifer followed him home.
But the outburst from earlier seemed to be the last thing on Lucifer's mind.
"Mammon how has your debt doubled in such a short amount of time?"
Mammon has been spending a lot more lately, he assumes at casinos but he honestly can't remember.
"Because I wanted it to."
Lucifer started to talk but Mammon simply laid on the couch and went to sleep. He was too tired to force himself through another scolding, he didn't even have the energy to go to his room.
Mammon awoke to a bit later, groggy, he pulled the blanket off him then paused.
"When did I grab a blanket?" he thought.
Mammon then remembered the events from earlier. He doesn't know what happened after he left. What if the doctor told them?
"What if he looked through my room?"
Panicked, Mammon ran to his room heading straight to the bathroom. He couldn't find his pills. He tossed things around, desperately looking for them.
"No no no he couldn't have taken them."
Throwing the cushions off he found the pills where he had left him.
Mammon fell to the floor in relief.
"He didn't look." Mammon said with a smile
He was so relieved that he didn't bother to see that the kitchen knife was now gone.
It's took Mammon a few hours to want to leave his room again. By then it was almost time for dinner.
While Mammon was trying to make his way back to the living room, he heard his brothers talking.
Mammon wanted to hear what they were saying. So he leaned against the wall, out of sight.
"Mammon won't be coming back to school for a while." Lucifer said.
Fuck. Well Mammon wasn't surprised that Lucifer would bring that up.
"Did he get suspended?" Satan asked.
"He's on a leave of absence."
"No. Lord Diavolo just needs him to do something before he gets back."
"Like stay home? Like a suspension." Satan said. Obviously trying to irritate Lucifer.
"No he needs him to see a therapist."
"Oh is it because he started screaming at Diavolo today." Leviathan said.
"What?" Belphegor said. Trying his hardest to hold in laughter.
"Yeah he was like 'you don't give a fuck about how I feel.'" Leviathan said, mocking
He heard as some of his brothers busted out laughing.
"It's our responsibility to take care of his student council work while he's gone." Lucifer paused "But we really won't be doing much."
His brothers then changed the subject to something about a party Diavolo's hosting that Mammon could vaguely remember. But it didn't matter.
Mammon banged his head against the wall. The soft thuds it made was the only thing keeping him grounded enough to not jump off the roof.
He had lost his appetite and went back to his room. Just then he received a message.
I'm alive! Just lost all of my writing, and it was a bit annoying having to rewrite all of the newer chapters + all of the other stories I'm planning. Also life hasn't been the best for me.
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