MyTheaterKill! Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun! (Slight rewritten)

23. Far shore...NOT

1st pov, couple tw: implied sh, implied sa, mentioned of suicide, a creep, mentions gr*oming

I sat at home, I couldn't even make it up to my room without collapsing from exhaustion

My sisters had to help me

My mom was at work

And Manny was dead...

I'm so tired...

It should've been me

For days, I just stayed in bed, not eating, refusing to open the door for anyone

I had some water though, I did use the bathroom, but only when no one was home

I was felt so dizzy, but I knew it was just because I wasn't eating

As I was downstairs, I heard the front door open

I looked over, taking one step as I noticed my youngest sister, before I slipped and hit the ground

Down down below...Like a dream, I saw a man, very familiar...

He looked...like me...more I looked...like him...

"Dad?"

"(Name)...make a choice...Manny's soul is lost, he can't find his way to his afterlife, help him"

I looked at him confused

Lost?

"Lost how? How could I help?"

"...die..."

I found myself in the hospital when I woke up, listening to my sisters quietly talking to one another, before they noticed me awake and starting scolding me for not properly taking care of myself or for at least not letting them take care of me...

They left to grab me some food from the cafeteria, that's when he walked in...

"Oh poor little Manny...dead...because of you"

"Me? You shot at him..."

"But you didn't save him in time..."

He smirked, coming closer to me, roughly grabbing my face, leaning in to whisper in my ear

It made me sick

"Don't worry, I won't kill you...just everyone around you if I have to..."

I wanted to get away, but I knew I couldn't, I had to stay and rest after all

"Don't touch me"

I winced out after he ran his hand up my thigh covered by my blanket, he just laughed to mock me, before leaving

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in...

I hated when someone touched my thighs

I always thought, if my dad was here...would he love me? Keep me safe? From him?

Would he speak up for me against my mom? Would be defend me?

My mom always hated looking at me...because I looked so much like my father...but she loves my father...she just blames me for his death...but I wasn't even 3...it wasn't my fault...and I know that...it's not my fault I was boy...