Takemichi was starting to become mental ill from the many times that he had fails to save his loved ones, and the constant blame from his friends, causing him to develop Dissociative identity disorder, in other words multiple personality's to cope w...
It hurts, it hurts so much. My body feels like it's being crushed. Even though I left the room I can still smell that awful stench. I scrunch my nose as I tighten my self-hug. I hated the feeling of pain and hunger, even though I lived with it for so long it was still so unbearable to handle. I wanted to forget, to erase these memories. I wanted to leave this place and never see it again, but yet here I am in my old hiding spot I use to always go to when I didn't want to be seen. I hated this house and its people, I'll burn it to the ground. 'I'll burn it with everyone inside, my mother, my father, my brother, and my sister. I'll watch them all scream when they burn alive. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of getting these horrible people back a second time.
I got the motivation, I wanted to give these monsters a peace of my mind. I sat up, ignoring the pain that showered my body. Crawling out of my hiding space, I snuck to the kitchen to at least feed myself for the energy I would need to execute this plan. I crouched under the tables and hid behind walls whenever somebody passed by. I knew I couldn't trust any of the workers here, they had already pledged their loyalty to my father. I finally made it to the kitchen, I snuck into the back where they keep all the snacks and junk food. I had already grabbed a bag on my way here so I just started filling it to the brim with food and water bottles. I smiled once the bag was full, I zipped it up and slung it onto my small shoulder. It was really heavy but I had to do what I had to do.
I slowly crawled through a small gap to get to the hidden room that I usually sleep in. I threw the bag onto the big couch in the corner.
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I started digging through my drawers and pulled out a new set of clothes. I changed into a black shirt and black pants. I would start going around the house during the night so I wanted to wear something that would help me blend in. The last thing I wanted right now was to stand out. I pulled out a med kit and started tending to my wounds. I had small knife cuts all over my body, I'm guessing I did something to make them mad.
I look at my clock that reads 7:34 pm. I was interrupted by my stomach begging me to fuel myself. I unzip my food bag and throw all of them in the fridge. Consists of, fruit snacks, chips, cosmic brownies, water, captain sun, Cheez-Its, and more. I grabbed some bread and ham to make myself a sandwich. I put my sandwich, cosmic brownie, and captain sun on a plate.
" thank you for the food me, " I say before digging into my incredibly unhealthy meal. I started to hiccup as I tried to eat my food. A stream of tears ran down my bruised face. I was starting to choke on my awful food as the tears started to ruin my cosmic brownies. ' thank you me ' I thought. my mind wandered around, filling itself with memories of me being by myself. It's almost always been like that. I was there at my darkest times, I was there when I fell ill, and I was there when I patched up my wounds. It was me and always has been me.
I only need myself.
That's all I need.
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That's all.
no need to thank me for wasting away my day to make this
fall brake its just a day away so lets hope I don't go insane in that time span 😶
I hope your liking this story
I'm putting all my effort into these chapters
probably why I have an F in Geometry but lets not talk about that 🙄
