Trauma

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TW: Mental Illness, Self Harm, Death
Ruby was curious, so she looked at a zombie.
Biggest mistake. She was bitten by a zombie.
Cokey: Alright, we have to kill those zombies- OH MY GOD!
Flower: What's so important? WHAT THE HECK?!
Cokey: We have no choice. We have to kill her.
Flower: PLEASE, NO!
Microphone: Cokey, do you think this is a good idea?
Milk: Yeah, even I think it's a bad idea.
Cokey: No. We have to.
Cokey turns her arm into a sword, and stabs zombified Ruby.
Or so she thought.
                                   NO!
Cokey: What?
She stabbed Flower.
She heard a voice that was calling her.
Voices: Cokey...
And then it hit her.
She forgot to take her pills.
Voices:*mockingly* Well done! You killed your bully!
The voice had a singsong tone that was very annoying.
Cokey: I killed her?
Cokey: But this isn't the Flower I know.
Cokey: This is the nice Flower.
Cokey took out the sword, and as second Flower fainted, she escaped into the shelter.
Microphone: *screams* Flower! Are you okay?
Four: What happened?!
Microphone: Flower... She's not breathing!
Four: *panicked*Where's Cokey?
Gelatin: She's in the shelter! I'll take care of Flower!
Microphone: Thanks, Gelatin!
Microphone goes to Cokey's room, and when she opened the door...
It revealed the horror.
She found an injured Cokey stabbing her sword in the wall, stabbing deeper into the drywall each time, and a knife filled with Coke on the nightstand.
Voices: Kill yourself...
Cokey: Please stop already...
Cokey stabs herself again on the arm, filling the knife with more Coke.
Microphone: COKEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
And once those words came out of her mouth, Cokey took notice of her.
Cokey: I didn't know your were here-
Microphone: You need a wash, miss.
Microphone escorted Cokey into the bathroom, made her take a bath, washing her wounds while blood (technically Coke) soaked into the water.
Microphone: Cokey, what were you thinking?
Cokey: Those voices, what were they?
Cokey flinched when Microphone rubbed her wound with soap.
Microphone: You forgot to take your schizophrenic pills, didn't you?
Cokey: I gotta get back to killing those zombies.
Microphone: Woah, woah, woah, you need to rest, and here's your pills.
Cokey: Thanks?
(A/N Yikes, poor Cokey) (381 words btw)

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