Forgotten Misery(Fnafhs, Foxangle)

14.The Thoughts.

Tw: mentions of s3lf h4rm, paranóia, suicidal thoughts and other sensitive topics.

[I looked at the floor, from up there on the bridge, standing on the edge.]

"Hm....
Maybe today's not my day."

I got up, walking home.
I washed my face, made a meal I could barely eat and layed in bed
I looked over to my computer, where my insta was open.

Multiple comments.
Multiple, saying that I was horrible.

Deuz sent me it.
Basically everyone was speaking shit about me, even my own friends.
I was devastated.
I cried myself to sleep, hoping to forget it all.

...and that's when another dream started, me in a black cloudy space, alone. It was horrible.

The nightmares kept repeating themselves, over and over again.
And I stopped going to school as well.
After days of this, multiple messages left on read, and missed calls, I had a relapse.

I broke down in my bathroom, and soon things got bloody.
I sat there, blood on my hands..what was I doing?
Why was I being so dramatic?
Ugh... I should just disappear already, shouldn't I?
I then started to lose consciousness, drowning in my thoughts.

I

dreamt again.

^you don't deserve to live.^ that odd version of myself spoke from the darkness that seemed to be following us.

^They hate you.^

I just sat there and listened.

^They loved you, and you fucked it up.^

I wondered, was it really true?

^Nobody wants you here.^

Maybe it was.

^You're a nuisance.^

Yeah, I am... I'm aware of that.

^You should sl!t your neck.^

Hm..maybe I should.

It kept spitting words and words, and my mind was filled with only two words:

"k!ll yourself."

Over and over again.
Should I give in?
Well,maybe...
I probably deserve it.

I guess... You really are supposed to burn if you're a star.

It got closer and closer to me.. And odd resemblance of me, but with pinkish hair instead of white.
It hid the right eye, opposite to me.

It was about to hit me when I suddenly woke up to someone screaming

[Goddammit Meg, open your fucking eyes!]