Bottom Dream One-Shots

Why won't they stop..

TW: Suicide, a little violence

Pain, White, hot, Pain. That was all he felt at that moment. He heard the fuzzy talking, his eyes not working well enough to see who it was.

It was getting harder to breathe. Harder to think straight. 

He just wanted to sleep peacefully.

The talking had eventually stopped. Everything stopped. He wasn't sure if he finally died, or if everything really did just stop.

He tried focusing on his breathing, it was becoming shallower and shallower. He felt the sharp blade pull out of his abdomen. His mind becoming more and more distant.

He finally fell to his knees, his legs becoming weaker and weaker.

He felt himself being rushed from his own mind, darkness and silence taking over. He didn't have the strength to stop it.

He fell deeper and deeper until he couldn't feel it anymore. He liked the feeling, he finally felt at peace with himself.

With nothing more in him, he did it, he feel asleep. It welcomed him with warm,open arms. 

It reminded him of his mother. Whenever he had a nightmare or was scared, she would welcomed him with open arms. 

He smiled as he relished in the familiar comfort. His smile slowly started dropping when the talking continued.

No, No! This was supposed to stop them.

He shouldn't be hearing them anymore...

~Hello! So sorry I haven't been updating. I broke my leg and I am in a boot now. Before you ask my brother thought it was a good idea to drop a large rock on my leg. ANYWAY!!! I wrote this in History class and my teacher found it.. He was worried for me.. again I am sorry I haven't been updating. Have a good day!!