Him. (Karlnap angst)

Chapter 11

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♡Sapnap pov♡

My eyes were fixed on the drawer containing the blade.

If I hurry up and do it, he won't be able to save me. I could already feel the pain as the blade dragged down my arm. Fuck, it seems so good. So peaceful.

My world felt like it was crashing down on me.

All the trauma would be gone. I wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore. The nightmares. The abuse. What those boys did to me at the hospital that I'll never speak about.

My door flew open, causing me to jump. George stood there wearing what appeared to be Dream's hoodie and sweatpants.

"Fuck." George muttered.

He came over and sat on the edge of my bed. He rested a hand on my knee, causing me to pull away.

I don't want anyone to touch me right now.

"Sapnap." The Brit said softly.

I want my dad.

I felt my eyes watering. I buried my head in my hands, letting a pathetic sob escape past my lips.

"I-I want my dad." I stuttered.

"Jamie?" George asked.

I nodded.

Jamie always comforted me the best. It hurt Emilio too much to see me like this. I don't want to put him through that.

George was now on the phone with what I assumed to be my dad.

"He's gonna be here soon." He told me.

I nodded. My hands are still itching to grab the blade. I could feel them shaking.

I was so close. I was so fucking close. I shouldn't have called George. I should've just done it. I wouldn't be in this situation right now.

I felt a gentle hand on my back. I flinched and pulled away.

♡Sapnap pov, 15 years old.♡

I felt hands holding me to the ground. It's not like I could move much anyway from whatever I had taken.

"You slipped the....... cup, right?"

Now my hearing is messed up. I felt my shirt being taken off.

No. What's going on?

"No, he probably won't even remember."

"It's fine. There's no cameras over here."

Wrong. There is.

"Just hurry up and get him undressed."

What?

♡Sapnap pov♡

I felt a chill run up my spine at the memory.

If only those boys were right. I wish I didn't remember.

"Your dad's here. I'm gonna call Dream to go get him." George told me.

I nodded, and he called Dream. Soon enough, there were footsteps on the stairs that I could only recognize as my dad's.

"Hey, buddy. What's going on?" The soft voice asked.

George moved away from me as I felt my dad sit next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reach towards me. I flinched away from him. His face dropped a bit as he looked at me sadly.

He knew I had one of the thoughts from the mental hospital.

"Are you thinking about the hospital?" He asked.