You were sitting on your couch.
You were thinking.
About yourself.
How dumb you were.
How worthless you were.
How ugly you were.
You glanced at the clock.
It was noon.
You had so much work to do.
So many people.
You were sick of it.
You looked at your arms.
Clean.
You were starving yourself.
That was your form of self-destruction.
The bathroom was right there.
You stood up.
You slowly walked in.
Even breathing was a chore.
You sat on the ground.
You didn't cry.
You couldn't cry.
Not anymore.
You reached for the drawer.
You pulled out a razor.
You pulled out pills.
You looked at them.
Even killing yourself was hard.
What would you do.
No one noticed.
Not one monster.
You took the pills.
And laid down.
It was going to be over soon.
But the door opened.
You closed your eyes.
A voice screamed.
Toriel.
Two.
Papyrus.
Three.
Your lovely Sans.
Four.
Monster Kid.
You breathed in painfully, slowly.
You were picked up.
You were carried outside.
You were transported to a hospital.
You kept your eyes shut.
You wanted to die.
Why did they save you.
You were going to do it again.
You lay on a bed.
You were almost in a sleeping trance.
You took a long, slow, aching breath.
You heard worried voices.
You heard sobbing.
You felt tears on your face.
You were almost hooked into something.
But you refused.
You smiled at the voices.
You took your last breath.
Your heart stopped.
Your soul broke.
You were, finally, after years of nothingness...
At peace.
