The air was cold and my body felt heavy like lead. The chair below me felt as hard as a rock. The area was pitch black, a small torch lit the dark world just barely. Their words felt like icicles being stabbed and twisted into my chest.
Unwanted (Stab)
Useless (Twist)
Ugly (Stab)
Unbearable (Twist)
Selfish (Stab)
Worthless (Twist)
Unloved (Stab)
Their faces were featureless, but I knew who most of them were. The faces of past foster parents, their children, people from the system, past "friends." Most significantly, the Minecraft family, they all spat words and phrases of hate and distaste.
"I'm sorry!" I cry, my voice echoing through the vast void.
This angers the familiar figures more, their weapons stabbing and twisting further.
We didn't want you. You're a charity case.
We don't need you. There's plenty of other children.
We don't love you. We have others we care about more than you.
Why do you continue?
Further and further until the ice plunges into my heart and lungs. I scream out in pain and fear. The words echoing around the endless blackness. I clench at my chest, tears stinging my eyes. I can't breathe.
a/n I'm sorry for the very short chapter. I was actually busy today and have a headache. I will write another chapter that will be out tomorrow! (Thursday)

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