Insanity

Afraid of the Freak

CONTENT WARNING! This chapter contains a scene of self harm. If you are sensitive to that, please do not read.

The nightmares wouldn't stop.

Gumball had tried his best to sleep that night, but it seemed quite difficult, each nightmare horrible in their own ways. Death. Hatred. Betrayal. Murder. It was truly a hard night, and it made him sick of all this. Sick of all the pain and killings and the Voice constantly pestering him each day.

Unfortunately, it couldn't stop him from going back to school. As he trudged through the hallway, small bags under his eyes, the Voice decided to bother him.

"Gooood morning to my lovely little murderer! Say, what's on the mind today?"

The feline sighed, not acknowledging the Voice. However, it was beginning to become harder, as it kept swirling around him.

"Hey! Are you listening?! I'm trying to talk to you-"

"Can you just shut up?! Leave me alone." Gumball continued on, starting to notice the other kids looking at him warily. He tried to wave greeting, but it seemed to only worry them. Some students whispered to each other about the bathroom incident. With a sigh, the cat then ignored them, not bothering to try to do much.

As he turned the corner, he found Rocky mopping up the floor, internally sighing in relief. The puppet had bandages seen covering his torso, but seemed to be in a good mood, humming along to the mp3 player he had his headphones into.

"Oh hey Rocky," Gumball approached a little closer, awkward in his steps. Rocky soon noticed him, snapped out of his music trance as his smile turned into a horrified frown. The cat could feel guilt, as he quickly stopped walking. "Um.. I just wanted to apologize for uh.. That an' all-"

"Yeah, yeah that's nice... Look I gotta go fix something goodbye." The puppet abandoned his mop cart, fleeing the corridor with his music.

The guilt began to seep in worse. Gumball frowned, as he silently continued on.

As he walked down the hallway, he could hardly block out the horrible rumors the kids told one another. It felt like utter torture having to hear it.

"I heard he nearly took out his heart.." One whispered, audible enough to hear to the feline. "Well I heard the school considering suspending him for good. I could listen through the office door." Another said, voice low.

"A few people told me that his family hates him." A third said, voice heard loud enough through the hall. "I'd be scared too if I was stuck living with a weird psycho."

Gumball could feel fear strike him as he listened to the last one, tears threatening to form in his eyes. The students wouldn't stop talking, as if they didn't even acknowledge his presence. It was all too much to bear.

The cat began to gradually speed walk, trying desperately to get away. He could hear most of the hallway being nothing but talking about him, how horrible and sick he was. He tried to wipe away his falling tears.

He could see Voice smiling from behind him, nearly catching himself before he could say anything towards it. It knew he couldn't do anything. The conversations were practically getting louder to him. He couldn't take it anymore.

Gumball finally turned around, an utter feeling of rage. "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP STOP IT STOP TALKING!"

He glared at them, clenching his fists. The kids all became frightened, as they slowly backed away, their eyes wide in horror. He practically enjoyed the sight, as he watched them run away, however the situation hit him. His anger quietly ceased, as the cat realized his mistake. A horrible feeling appeared inside him, as he slowly turned towards the lockers. Gray insane eyes stared back at him through the shiny reflection through the metal.