STEPHEN SIGHED, he hated this part of being the sorcerer supreme. all of the books. it's not that he didn't like to read, no. he just hated how long it took. he could be out for tea right now, but no. he has to deal with this bullshit.
he was starting to fall asleep, he checked his watch "1:34 am", he decided indefinitely that it was time to retire to bed. so he took shower, brushed his teeth and put on some comfy clothes. but there were words forcing into his mind.
"unlovable"
"killer"
"bastard"
"piece of shit"
his thoughts are just in a constant state of anxiety. and he hates it so much. he hates himself for it too. he looks over at his bathroom counter to see a small razor.
"do it" his mind yelled. he gave into it. he got up, and rolled up his sleeve. he made 1 cut, then 2, then 3. he only meant to do one. tears ran down his face. he can't deal with all of this shit. it's making him go insane.
and that's what his body makes him believe.
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well that was an emotional roller coaster. mother fucker. we're gonna get into some more fucked up shit in the next chapter but till then, I'll see you next time. BYE
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ActionStephen never liked people, but when it came to Tony Stark, we'll let's just say... he fell hard. - for mature audiences only depictions of: needles, PTSD, panic attacks... etc. lowercase intended.
