Dtkq short story's

Dead

Tw: self harm, disassociation disorder, mention of dying

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"Karl?" Nick says looking at me
I'm in control again, I'm not stuck behind a wall. I look at my hands. The scars that cover them, the black nail polish, i look at my wrist. Cuts. So many of them. I have a million cuts on my wrists and arms. I look at nick and Alex's faces, blurry, their faces are blurry. Why can't I see what they look like, they're just blurs of colour. I look around the room and the bed I'm laying in. I'm in a hospital gown, it's uncomfortable. I hate the way it feels on my skin. I don't like this. "K!%@1?" I can't hear anything, none of the works they're saying makes sense. "@+£ 70^ 0%@}" why can't I understand what they're saying? Am I going crazy? Sound start flooding my temple. The buzzing from the lights, the talking next to me, the beeping of mechanics, feet hitting the ground as people walk past the room. I lift my arms and cover my ears trying to block out the deffing noises. It's to loud. I can't hear myself think. All of a sudden everything is silent. I remove my hands and lay them on my lap. I look around the room. I hear nothing. I can't feel anything. Maybe I'm dying. I'm dying before I get married. I'm dying before I get to say by to my sister. I'm dying before I get to tell Nick and Alex I love them. I'm dying? Suddenly a knock on the door.

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Another quick short chapter! Just trying to push out as much as I can before I take a week off lol