Hope.

Why continue?

TW/CW: suicidal thoughts, depressing thoughts, mentions of starving.

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I sighed as I looked up, the mirror was a bit dirty but clean enough to see my shaking hands.

I didn't know how many days have passed, I've just been locking myself in my room. Only coming out of it to go to the bathroom, the only thing that prevented me from starving was that one person.

That one person who always checked up on me in the night, who brought me food, who talked to me, who let me vent to them.

Because no one actually cares do they? They just do it to let me die, because they need me in their team, not because they care.

I sighed and wiped the tears of my face,I left the bathroom and went to my room, opening the door.

The cold air hit my face immediately, I didn't notice how cold it was in here before, but I felt to tired to do anything about it.

I sat down on my bed, the voices immediately coming back, but no matter how much the voices tried to get my attention, I just sat there.

I felt numb.

I couldn't cry, I just couldn't.

I want someone to talk to, no I need someone to talk to but,

Its not like anyone wants to hear in how much fucking pain I am, how badly I wanna die.

I didn't want to continue living like this,

Wouldn't it better if I just disappeared?

I jumped slightly when the door opened, revealing a pink haired girl, she sighed and walked inside the room, sitting down next to me.

"George?" Niki said.

She grabbed my hand when I didn't react, she squeezed it and took a deep breath.

"We miss you George, please speak to us."

I looked her in the eyes, I wanted to speak, I wanted to tell her everything, but nothing came out.

What's happening to me.