Where Did All The Time Go? //Glittergolf/Montydrop Fanfiction\\

🧡💔❤️🖤💚-Chapter 15: Late Night Thoughts-💚🖤❤️💔🧡

(Includes Self Harm)
Sun POV
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It was now nighttime. Monty had left and Chica had arrived. I sat in the guest room on my bed. I smiled, thinking about something. I looked over to the door, hearing footsteps. I noticed the hallway lights turning off, a knock on my door right after. "Come in!" I said, smiling. The door then opened, revealing Chica standing there. She smiled and looked at me. "Hey! I was just letting you know I'm heading into bed." She said. I nodded. "Okay! Goodnight!" I said. She nodded. "Goodnight, Sunny." She said, closing the door and walking away. I'm guessing her room was also upstairs, just a little bit down the hall.

I yawned, laying back in the bed. It was peaceful. "Welp. I guess it's bedtime. Goodnight, Moony." I said, turning the light off, everything turning dark.

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Moon POV
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I sat up, looking around. I didn't want Sun to let me out. I was thinking to much. I grabbed my head, trying to shut the thoughts up, but of course it didn't work. I groaned, annoyed.

Moony? Are you okay? Yes. I'm fine. But you seem frustrated. I'm fine.

Sun went quiet, not bothering to get me to tell them. I swung my legs off the bed, standing up. I walked over to the door and opened it, walking out into the dark hallway, the door still open. I walked down the hall and downstairs. The lights down there were also turned off.

Moony. What're you doing?

I ignored Sun, walking into the kitchen.

Moon! We're supposed to be sleeping right now! I'm not tired.

Sun let out a groan. I looked around the kitchen, seeing a set of knives.

Moon...don't even think about it...

I ignored Sun once again and reach for one of the knives, examining it. I heard a small whimper come from Sun as I slid my finger along the blade, drawing blood from it. I looked around, not wanting to do it here. Chica could come down at any given moment. I decided it'd be best to head to the bathroom like always. I walked up the stairs and opened the bathroom door, closing and locking it behind me. I slid to the floor, staring at my wrapped arm. I placed the knife down and begun to take the wraps off, throwing them aside. I then grabbed the knife again and recut the healing wounds on my arm, tears falling down my face.

MOONY STOP!? THIS ISN'T OKAY- I KNOW IT ISN'T OKAY! I CAN'T FUCKING CONTROL IT!? ... I hurt a child...I don't deserve to even be alive at this moment... b-but- shut up. You're not helping.

Sun then went quiet. I could hear an occasional sob come from them. I sighed and continued with what I was doing. That was until I heard the door handle move. I looked over at it, my heart sinking. "Moon? Are you in here? I didn't lock the door..." Chica asked on the other said. I looked around, not knowing what to do. I then heard the door lock move. I narrowed my eyes, staring at it. Then suddenly the door swung open. I widened my eyes, a small whimper escaping my mouth. Chica stood there, staring at me with her eyes wide as well. "What the hell are you doing." She sounded angry. I looked away from her, scared and ashamed. I then felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I looked to her and saw her hugged me on her knees. "Why would you do this to yourself?! I thought you were getting better!" Chica said, tears running down her face as she took the knife from my hand and threw it out of the bathroom and into the hallway. I shrugged. She sighed. "Come here, stand up..." She mumbled, standing up. I nodded slightly and did as told. She opened the cabinets and grabbed the alcohol bottle. "Wait here. I'll go get the wraps..." she mumbled, walking out of the bathroom. I could feel the blood dripping down my arm and onto the bathroom floor. I sighed.

Sun...?

There was no response from Sun, they stayed silent. I looked down at the ground, irritated with myself. Chica then walked back in with the wraps. "Don't hate yourself for it...you couldn't control it...I know...we just....need to find a better solution to make you more safe here...I don't want to go to sleep knowing that you could be dead in the morning." She said. I nodded. "Now give me your arm." She said, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet. I did as told, giving her my arm. She took it and placed the washcloth underneath it, opening the bottle of alcohol and pouring it onto my arm. I winced in my pain, clenching my fist. She stopped snd placed the bottle down, wiping the remaining blood off with the washcloth. She then put the bottle of alcohol back into the cabinet and closed it. She put the washcloth down on the counter and grabbed the wraps, gently wrapping my arm up. "If you ever experience these thoughts again, don't do this...come to me and tell me...I will get you through this..." Chica said, smiling. I nodded. "O-Okay...T-Thank you..." I mumbled. She nodded, hugging me again. "Of course, Moony. Now go to my room and sit on my bed. I'll clean up this mess and then we are having friendship cuddles." She said, letting go of me. I nodded and walked out, into her room. I sat down on the bed and sighed.

Sunny...? Please answer me... ... Listen...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do this... ... Sun please... I don't want to talk to you right now.

I sighed again, hugging my knees and looking down at the ground. After about 20 minutes, Chica walked in, laying down on her bed. She smiled and patted her stomach for me to lay, which I happily did. She then pulled the covers over us and pet my head. "Go to sleep. I won't sleep until you do." She said, pulling out her phone and playing on it. I nodded and begun drifting off to sleep.