The Guitarist Of Hope (Pre-Killing Game Danganronpa X Male Reader)

A Guitarist and his Demons

Y/N's POV
7:35 PM

As I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, I realized that I had slept pretty early, so now I wouldn't be able to sleep all night...may as well find something to do.
I got up from my bed, and began to pack up my things for when we leave for jabberwock.

"This is going to be exciting...I hope."

After a while, I was done, and sat down on the edge of my bed...what should I do now?...maybe I'll hang out with Makoto or something...no, he's probably busy with Sayaka or something...oh, I have to ask him how it went!

I got up from my bed, and walked out of my room.
The hallway was more quiet than usual...it was almost creepy in a way...
As I kept walking, I had a feeling that...someone was watching me...
I decided to start walking a bit faster, but I noticed that the exit was...getting further?...what the hell?

???: "maybe I shouldn't have lived..."

"W-w-who's there?!"

???: "why did dad have to leave?...is it my fault?"

Huh?...t-that voice...i-it's me...

Me?: "I bet they all laugh behind my back..."

"S-stop it..."

Me?: "I wish I'd just die..."

"S-stop!"

Me?: "die...die...die...dIE..DIE...DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE-"

"stop!!"

My yell echoed throughout the hallway, the voice had grown quiet.

Me?: "You say you're already better than before, but is that really true?"

"H-huh?"

I turned around, and was met with...me?

Me?: "are you really happy with yourself?"

"W-who are you?"

Me?: "...you should know who I am by now."

"W-well, I don't..."

Me?: "well, to put it simply...I'm you."

"Huh?"

Me?: "well, not exactly you...just a piece of you."

"A-a piece...?"

Me?: "yep, a part of you...except I'm the part you ignore."

"..."

Me?: "now you know who I really am, right?"

"Yeah...I do."

Me?: "good, so now answer my question...are you really happy with yourself?"

"...of course."

Me?: "are you sure?...because if you are, then why am I here?"

"...don't know."

I sat down on the floor, leaning against a wall.

Me?: "well, if I'm here, then that means you still aren't happy."

"I know that...but I just don't know what to do...I have friends, and even found love, but...it just feels so..."

Me?: "...pointless, doesn't it?"

...
Why am I like this?
Why do I feel like this?

"...I need my medication..."

Me?: "that won't solve anything."

"I know...but then again, nothing ever does..."

Me?: "yeah, nothing can fix you, not love, not friendship, and certainly not medicine."