It's cold in the place brave souls dare not venture. I am left. I am the only one. I sit with my back against the wall, my knees drawn to my chest. It is very dark here. I long for the light.
The whispers follow me, even here. They will never leave me alone.
"I don't want you."
"I hate you."
"Fat."
"Ugly."
"Worthless."
"I never loved you."
They chase each other in circles around my head, pausing at each turn to scream, their voices becoming screeches that make my ears bleed. Then the last voice comes, after the others have all but broken me.
It whispers in his voice over and over again. "I never loved you... I never loved you...." I can only last so long. Slowly, these ideas are starting to become my own. I am alone. It is dark and cold and I am drawn so far in I cannot be pulled out. Not even by him. But... He is the one who put me here. The one who left me alone. So why do I still look out into the pitch black night, waiting for him to walk in and pull me free?
Thank you Jazzy for letting me take the reigns and make this story a bit... happier. :) Next chapter will be the last of the copying and where my terrible writing begins! Yay?
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My Deepest Fear (Septiplier)
FanfictionMy good friend Jasmine (frosted_shadows) started this story a looong time ago and when I proposed turning it into a septiplier she loved the idea and so I'm gonna write the rest but she's gonna edit it so enjoy! Mark thought his relationship was per...
