Loona went to bed already. I'm still up. I can't sleep. I can't face the nightmare tonight. I can't face my inner thoughts. Heh, I have so many inner thoughts. They're screaming in my ears. I can't get them out of my head. I grip my head. I dig deep. I stab my head with my claws. The shadows call to me.
"You're a piece of shit."
"You're a fucking looser!"
"You should have died long ago!"
Shut up.
"He's a fucking baby."
No...
"He's useless. He's a disgrace."
No, I'm not.
"You're a monster."
Shut up.
"You're a monster."
No!
I let out a small scream. I draw my hands back. There was blood on them. I need a distraction from all these voices. I need someone. I take out my phone. There is summon who actually gives a shit about me. Asks me how my days go. Laughs at my jokes. Talks to me like... an equal. Can't believe I need him right now. I just need a distraction. I get my phone.
"Stolas?" I whimper through the phone.
"Yes...?" He sniffs.
"Are you busy?" I wipe the tears off my face.
"Why do you ask?" His voice lifts up.
"Can I... come over? For fucking?" I ask.
"Of course!!!" He yells happily.
"I'll be right there." I stand up.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
