The Break Up

Insomnia

(TW: Self harm, Obviously insomnia, weapons, detailed blood, sleep paralysis)

Rocky's POV:

I couldn't sleep from the noises I heard from last night. I can't describe it but it sounded like a knife being taken out. I wanted to tell my dad but I couldn't feel him near me. That frightened me. I wanted to call for my dad. A presence was behind me. Something warm dripped down on my face. I couldn't tell what it was but I knew it wasn't water.

"Dad..?" I whispered out to whoever was behind me. No reply. I tried to get up but something pushed me back down. I was very scared. I heard footsteps above me. Wasn't everyone asleep? It continued for a while. All of a sudden something grabbed me by my leg and threw me to the table in front of me. I was slowly being flooded by not only blood and tears but echoey laughter too. I wanted to get out of wherever I was. It hurt so much.

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Balloony's POV:

I had no clue to what Rocky was whimpering about but I don't think it mattered. It was 1:00 something so he probably had a bad dream or something. Who cares?

I placed my elbows on the kitchen counter and looked around at what was around me. Not much stuff I was looking for. I grabbed a knife without even realizing it and stabbed my arm with it. The knife went deep in to my so-called skin. I walked to Rocky and sat next to him. He was shivering and mumbling things.

What would Cloudy do?

Ugh... Why am I thinking about him? I don't need him.

Right?

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3rd POV:

Balloony still couldn't sleep and he spent his time petting Rocky and examining his arm. He had to do something before the others noticed it. He couldn't leave Rocky alone though! He grabbed Rocky with one arm and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and grabbed some bandages. Rocky was slipping so Balloony fixed that and walked back to the living room. He placed Rocky down and attempted to put on the bandages. While he was wrapping the wound something got threw down from upstairs. Which was glass.

"Gelatin! How many times do I have to tell you that you can't throw forks at glass bottles?" Someone said from upstairs. It must've been Lollipop. It's been a while since he slept.

All that was on his mind was Cloudy. He didn't mind at first but it became a habit. He grabbed Rocky and pulled him closer. Maybe he'll help him. He felt like he forgot something. Obviously it wasn't Cloudy. It was something else. Maybe the lack of sleep made him think he forgot something. He checked his phone only to realize that it was almost 8:30. Wasn't it just 1:00? He didn't care anymore. He was tired of everything that happened. Maybe he needed to rest for a bit.

(Sorry it's short I had no ideas left)

(Haha Sleep paralysis Rocky)

(And I'm gonna kill a character in iance)

(Dead people)

(haha)

(help me)