Conflicted

6. Dancing in the Rain

Warnings for this Chapter:

- Injuries

- Blood

- Self harm

- Suicide

- Strong language

Y1N'S P0V

I was sitting on the Living Room couch, staring at the TV.

Pickle and Knife always played that game with eachother. I felt a bit jealous of their relationship.

Why couldn't Yang and I have the same relationship as them?

Whatever, it's no use getting jealous of something and not taking action.

Yang..

Just what was he even thinking?..

Maybe he didn't talk to me just because I wouldn't understand. O-Or maybe he just thought I got tired of him!.. Or maybe-

"YIN!" A loud voice yelled my name.

"AH!" I screamed, throwing the pillow somewhere.

It was Paintbrush. Luckily, they had catched the pillow. 

"Sorry.." I apologized. I could see sparks of fire coming out of their bristles.

"IT'S- fine." Paintbrush quickly calmed down and put the pillow back onto the couch.

"I've been calling your name like 10 times, OJ made breakfast." Paintbrush said. "I'll be going now." They then left the Living Room.

I was hungry but I didn't want to talk to anyone right now. I grabbed a pillow and shoved my head into it, kicking my legs on the couch.

What Yang said..

Maybe I do actually want to dissapear.

Why did I say that?

Why did I call him stupid?

Why

Why?..

WHY?!

I sunk my head into the pillow even deeper, muffling my screams.

It's like I'm in a room all by myself.

I pulled the pillow away from my head and sighed, sitting back up. 

I looked at the window next to me, seeing that same exact cliff.

I stood up from the couch and walked to the door, opening it.

Why do the skies look so dark?

I walked over to the cliff, noticing something wrong with it. It looked so.. dull?

I stood at the edge of the cliff, rocks falling and crumbling beneath my feet.

The sky was still so dark and the flowers were withered. 

What?..

Maybe it'd be better if I just..

Fell.

I held my breath and closed my eyes, slowly leaning forwards.