(TW: self-harm, and wanting to un-alive)
Your p.o.v.
Today...
Today has been...
It's been heavy...
It's been like this for weeks.
It feels like I've been painted with the thickest paint.
Or someone suffocating me with a pillow constantly.
I wish it would stop.
I can never stay focused anymore. Everything in my mind feels like it's going in circ-
"(Y/N)!"
"YES!" Yelling back at the louder voice, not on purpose.
It was Monty trying to get my attention. I must have been staring for too long, too much in my thoughts.
I was sitting on the couch in the gator's room. It was kind of my hiding place.
"Are you okay (y/n)? You've been off in space for like 30 minutes." Monty questioned.
"Um, yeah. I'm good..." I replied quietly. It was always hard to look Montgomery in his eyes.
I do love him so much but eye contact gives me anxiety.
"Please, look at me (y/n)," Monty whispers as he kneels down, lifting my chin with his finger.
Letting out a soft sigh I look at Monty.
"You've been off recently. Are you eating, drinking water, sleeping enough?" Monty asked.
Softly I nodded.
"Yes, Monty. I've been doing all of that. It's just been a hard couple of days is all. You know how it is." I quietly sighed again.
"I know, darling. But I have a show today and I don't want anything bad to happen while I'm gone." Monty cups my face.
Nodding quietly I take my hands out of my hoodie pocket and put my hands over his and squeeze them tightly.
Third-person p.o.v.
(Y/n) understood what Monty was getting at, but they couldn't promise anything.
The big green gator slowly started to get ready for the show.
The show was going to be longer the most shows.
Multiple birthdays were going on that day. Nothing could be done about it because Montgomery has many fans just like the other animatronics.
"Alright (y/n). I'm going to my show. I love you!" Monty waves with a smile.
"Okay, Monty. Have fun and be safe, please and I love you too!" (Y/n) smiles with a wave back.
Montgomery joined his friends and headed toward the stage.
And there sat (y/n).
To overthink everything. The thoughts never go away.
"Does Monty actually love you?"
"Now how does anyone like you?"
"You're pathetic!"
"You know what to do! Do it already!"
"They're not going to miss you."
"They're faking it!"
The silence getting too loud.
Chest getting too tight.
My heart beating a little too fast.
Then (y/n) bolted off to find Montgomery. But of course, he was out on stage.
The show lights flashed and beamed in different colors.
