I think this one's a vent? But yuh, back from April 3rd this year!
Warning :
Panic attack??? Idk???
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"Why do you torture me so much?" The boy asked, curled up into a ball, sitting in the corner of his 'office'. He didn't know this place, this wasn't his job. He's too young to have a job.
[Im sorry.]
That's what the voice above said, storms didn't believe them.
"You aren't. You really aren't." He hid his face into his arms, and started to sob. He wanted to go home. What was home anyway? Didn't it burn down?
[I didn't- you're not...I'm sorry I truly am. Please believe me..]
"Stop. Stop lying you're not, you would've ended my suffering long ago if you did. I did fucked up stuff I /KNOW/ but I didn't deserve all THIS. I'm 14! I'm a kid I didn't-" He started to curl into himself more, he was starting to panic, gasping for air, why did he have this stupid mask on?! He tore it off and threw it across the room, he was finally able to breathe.
And yet he still felt like he was suffocating.
[...I was..I was projecting onto you. And I'm sorry i did. I Just- I needed someone to know how I feel, to experience what I did. I'm so sorry.]
The voice sounded like it was bout to cry, was it just a voice? What was it anyway? Storms looked up at the ceiling, he thought it came from there.
"..you know saying sorry is worthless now."
[I know.]
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End!
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FanfictionJust some random stories I wrote over the couple months to years that I forgot about and or left to rot :P (some are unfinished, and also inappropriate in a way? Depends if I feel like making them public or not)
