Sleep, the last thing on my mind. Somehow got a hold of me. Uncomfortably sleeping in a ball. My arms hug around my stomach. So I can try and take the aching away. My face is still sticky with tears. I can't stop them from falling. I'm allowed to feel broken, right? I mean, it's been a whole week. Since I was left with no hope of return. The bastard hasn't bothered to check up on me.
Really, it's no surprise to me. I'm the bad guy. So he makes me feel. When can I just scream my sorrow? Choke away the anger? Burn the bridges?! I'm so tired of feeling empty. Especially after all I've done for him. Letting him have his space. So he doesn't feel so suffocated. I gave him my attention and worry. Only for it to be a waste of time. The things he's done to me. They still play in my head. Just like a living nightmare. I'm not falling to my knees, to beg please. I didn't mess things up. He did...
Sweating the night away. His voice is so clear in my thoughts. The things he would honestly say, if he could. Make me feel like puking up razors. "You're such a waste of air, Sebastian. Why don't you just die? I'm sure a coffin would suit your pretty body better. Then again, so would your daddy's cock. Since you don't want mine. You whore~!" Hearing that over and over. Each time getting louder. It sets something off in my head. To the point of wanting to scream myself awake. But my body doesn't let me. It wants sleep, considering it lacked about four days worth.
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Darkest Part Of Me
FanfictionDepression, sorrow, fear. These are all what Sebastian feels. He fears the darker part of him, will just win. Trigger warning; I will use a lot of self harm, schizophrenic episodes, and suicidal thoughts/ attempts. If you are triggered by those thi...
