𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘆𝗕𝗼𝘅 𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [2]

𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

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Adam stared at the man looking straight back at him. He silently observed his appearance, internally judging him and his face scrunched in disgust.

They were right; I am ugly.

His dull eyes getting clouded with tears for the fifth time that day, he let them fall. He is aware that no matter how hard he tries, the salty water will still manage to fall, fall, and fall, until he gives up and breaks down.

It is no use. To put any effort. In holding back his tears, holding back the welling up emotions inside of him, trying to keep a smile on his face, convincing people that he's fine. He's alright.

It is no use to put any effort in anything. Not even living.

He has absolutely no idea when was the last time he ate or drank. He had no idea when was the last time he slept properly, without any negative thoughts dominating over his poor mind; without any night terrors coming to ruin his rest. He had no idea how many nights he had spent just laying on his bed, overthinking everything that occurs in his life.

All he knows is that he is still alive, but that seem to not matter to him anymore.

These past few weeks, he felt sick. Not physically, but emotionally. The awful and disgusting feedbacks he get from other people slowly took over his mind; the demons that once went away coming back to haunt him.

You're worthless.

You are a big shame to the world.

The world would have been a better place if you weren't here.

People like you would easily be prevented only if you have been aborted by your mother.

You are ugly.

Sick.

Hideous.

You do not deserve anything.

Adam whines as the voices in his head spat such harsh and hurtful words at him. His lips quivered, his body doing the same.

Your neck is a little too long.

Giraffe!

Adam is such an idiot, no wonder he gets called Dumbo.

If Justin legitimately wanted to be this loser's friend, I would be in shock. He could do so much better.

"Stop..." he breaths out, his voice cracking and shaking.

Your parents must be so ashamed of you.

You're weird.

I would be so disappointed if I were your mom.

"Please, enough..." Adam cries, both his hands flying to his ears, trying to block out the eerie voices whispering into his ear. Walking out of the bathroom, his teardrops rained down his face. This also indicating the surging storm inside of him.

Rot in hell.

You are a terrible human being.

The whispers continued no matter how hard he tried. His back hits the cold wall, taking him aback from the sudden chill. He opened his eyes and he saw himself in a room, nothing to see but darkness. He lets out a loud sob once he sees a dark figure coming towards him. Due to the tears in his eyes, he could not properly make up what it was.

Shaking in fear, he mutters, "g-get away from m-me.."

It didn't listen. Instead it kept going, slowly making its way as it approached the hopeless and fearful guy. He tried screaming for help, but no one was there to answer. He tried to get up and run away, but he couldn't move a single muscle as if he was permanently tied against the wall.

There is no one else in the room. Just him and the entity coming up to him.

The whispers now getting louder as the gap between them gets smaller. He screamed. Screeched. Yelled. He yelled so loud he can feel his voice box straining. It hurt. It burned.

There is nothing else he can feel other than loss of hope, hatred, sadness, pain. Pure agony.

"Don't hurt me please.. I'm begging y-you.." the poor boy's voice now hoarse, he almost choked as he spoke. His chest seemed to have tightened, and he struggled to breathe.

The figure stops, and his head shot up. It kneeled down in front him him. His heart stops when he saw it lean in, and he attempted to back away from it. But it was no use.

It turned into his ear, speaking with the most horrifying voice he has ever heard in his life, saying the words that no one has ever said to him. The two-word sentence that made his heart freeze still.

Kill yourself.

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