Tiny Creepypastas x depressed/suicidal/abused/kinda insane reader

those days..

   Another lovely awful day, but not as awful as a few days ago. Now I have children to keep me company. Toby seems to be quite fond of me already. I got up and put on my long fingerless black leather gloves and headed down stairs. There were all the pastas, in line for breakfast. "Hungry?" I asked. They all noded at the same time, it was cute. I got to work and then made something for myself while everyone chowed down. "So what adventures are we going on today?" LJ asked." Nothing today, today is more of a settling in day and relaxing day". The pastas all seemed to agree. Jeff looked most happy because he could rest. Just then some thunder erupted from above the house. 'Sounds like rain to me'. I love rainy days. They are dark like me, but after there is a beautiful rainbow in the sky when the sun comes out. Unfortunately, I never see that rainbow with my emotions. I rarely get the sun after the storm, the storm is just eternally there... "Oi! Emo chick!".i snapped out of my depressed state and looked to see that I had dropped a plate on the ground, that was now shattered to pieces." Oops..." I said, bending over to get the pieces in the trash, but more cutting myself than anything.'useless shit..'. I sighed before going to get plan b, my broom and dust pan. I finally got the glass in the trash and proceeded to go sit on the couch before I do anything else. These days are my best and my worst. I love to shame myself and give myself heart ache, but it also makes me zone out and break down which makes me look weak. Toby cleaned my now very bloody fingers and hoodie sat on my leg, just to be there. At this point I would be slicing my wrists more than I slice my fruit and vegetables, but I don't want the pastas to see me in such a pathetic state. Maybe I'll just cry my self to sleep tonignt." Are *tic* y-you *tic* oka-*tic-y?" Toby looked at me with somewhat worried eyes." I'm fine..". Those words of lies. I say them so often and yet I never mean them. 4 of the pastas were giving me a worried look now." I bet you didn't even realize Jeff's knife is in the center of your foot" Masky said, putting it out. I really didn't notice that. Perhaps I'm becoming numb to physical feelings now.. I finally just got up and went to my room, putting a sign on the door saying to not come in. Now what.. Do I cry? Do I scream? Do I give up completely? So many options now that I'm alone... What if I didn't do anything? Perhaps I just need a bubble bath. I went to my bathroom and got the water running, as well as got my bubble bath stuff in there. I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. Pathetic.. Useless.. Worthless. Emotionless.. Careless.. In- I stopped and turned towards the tub that was now full and making the room smell of lavender (or whatever sent you like). I slowly got in, feeling new cuts and scars start to sting and burn. I loved it and hated it. I relaxed and closed my eyes for the moment. I could drown if I wanted...