Smg34 UnoShots! / Short story's / Updates slowly

So...many...dark...thoughts...| ...T-T...

Short one shot sorry about that. This chapter contains some swearing and has small actions of self harm and suicide. If you're not ok with the following topics, I recommend skipping this chapter. Thanks! <3
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Smg3 was freaking the fuck out. Not knowing what to do. He had a very horrible nightmare about his childhood again, even worse saying that they were back to haunt him here. Little Eggdog was still asleep and Three didn't want to bug his beauty rest. Three hugged himself really hard. He was having a heavy panic attack and hyperventilating. "No...no...they can't be back...t-they can't be..." Three was barely able to say anything, and only came out as a whisper. Three continued to have a panic attack and hyperventilate. He looked at the bathroom, and his thought came to mess around with him. "Do it already. I know you want to. Maybe a little cut could maybe make your parents disappear. Maybe convince them that, oh I don't know, finally learned your lesson? Go on and cut yourself you pathetic piece of shit." The voices in his head were so loud, he didn't know what to do. Until he decided...he's gonna do it...

Three ran into the bathroom and shut the door. He searched for his razor in the cabinets. "W-w-where is it? W-W-Where I-is it!?" Three almost became desperate for the razor, until he found it. "Fucking f-finally!" He threw the razor box on the floor, grabbed the razor and turned it on. He rolled up his sleeve and sat down, leaning on the wall. He then put the razor blade on his arm and started cutting his arm. The dark red blood flowed down his wrist to his hand and dripped to the ground. Three moved the razor blade higher near his elbow. He continued to cut his arm until the razor died. "S-S-Shit...I forgot t-to charge it b-before...t-this..."

Three threw the bloody razor near the razor box. He put his knees close to his chest, along with his bloody arm between his stomach and his legs. He started crying and sobbing like crazy. He didn't know what do to anymore. He let his clean arm rest beside him and he lowered his head to his knees. "...why...why d-d-do I have-have to su-suffer so much-much pain?...w-why w-w-won't it g-go away?..." Three continued to sob and cry, until he was very exhausted. He started to fall asleep with tears falling down his face. The bleeding in his arm continued, with his arm screaming in pain.

"Finally you've gotten what you deserved. What would be better though is if you jumped off that building like you were supposed to. But instead you had to lay in that blue bitch's arms and cry, cry, cry! You're pathetic. Maybe you should just plan to die again already. Maybe you would finally please your parents."

506 words. Yes I've written another short one shot. Also, I wrote this like two, three monotypes ago, but I don't remember. But I finished it today. 0^0
I'm going to sleep now
~Christ7