Wake Up; Stay Awake

Puzzled and Anxious

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER:
- Self Harm ⚠️
- Description of injury
- Implied Eating Disorder References
- Anxiety Attacks
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Gripping onto the first thing he could once he came back into consciousness, Mephone held his bedsheets as tight as he could hold them.

His eyes shot open- an unpleasant shooting pain immediately going through them, causing him to squeeze them shut, a desperate way of making the pain go away.
The adjustment back into life was always difficult. Waking up was a feeling indescribable. The first few seconds, were full of tranquil. When he was unaware of everything, when he was able to stretch and feel comfortable in his own skin.

Mephone would cherish those seconds. He grasped onto them, because he knew they'd always end as soon as they'd began.

With a gulp, he loosened his grip on the sheets, head falling back against the pillow.
The next moment was silent. Ticking of the clock the only thing keeping him from floating back away.
It took him a second to realise the ticking of the clock.
As well as the sheets; and the bed he lay in.

Last night the last thing he remembered was laying in Bomb's lap. Not in bed.
A sweat formed on his back, making his face feel warm. It was uncomfortable, yet uncontrollable.
Mephone felt his artificial lungs beginning to work twice as hard.
He fell asleep on somebody's lap, and somebody brought him into his room.
Somebody was inside of his room.
Upon further realisation, Mephone remembered anither unfortunate thing.

The sink.

He could feel his claws sink back into the fabric of the sheets, burrowing.
The sink. The sink. Somebody was inside of his room.
Pushing back up, Mephone leapt off of the bed, standing.
A little too fast, considering the wave of dizziness that came crashing onto him seconds later. He ignored it almost entirely, stumbling to his desk. Something to hold him up.

His eyes darted across the room, from one thing to another. All of it was difficult to make out; the darkness hiding almost everything. He spotted the usual garbage—, clothes and plastic. Containers and bottles.
One thing eventually hit him.
The moment he got the knock on his door.

He didn't pick that blade back up, did he?
Sudden fear striked him, as he rushed back to where he last held the sharp item.
Down on his knees, he patted the floor, searching.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

His hands trembled slightly, chest aching.
Where did it go?
Who brought him back here?
Would anyone find out about the sink?
They'd hate him, surely.
He should just stop existing. Too many problems, his head wracked with problem after problem. Issues everywhere.

Bringing himself to his feet, Mephone just slid right back down against his bed straight after.
Oh God.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, close to falling. He was ever so sick of this constant.

It's just a sink Mephone, they won't care. It's just a sink Mephone, they won't...
They... won't care. No, they would. That was property damage, no?!
The robot stifled a whine, moving hands to grip his hair.
Fuck. There was a blade missing and a sink was broken.

Deep inside his chest, fear burrowed, spreading throughout his body like roots from a tree. Branches that shook, making his whole body shake.
Heart beating so fast it felt like a vibration, Mephone froze up, hiding his head in his knees.
It was too warm. What if he overheated? Oh God.

Thought after thought hit like a truck, making him feel like a punching bag. Except he was just punching himself.
This was all his fault, wasn't it? He broke a sink, he made himself think like this—