What is Family for? [UNDERTALE] (COMPLETE)

[8] Let it Out

[ note: this chapter contains blood/gore, bullying, depressing themes and overall if you're a bit light hearted READ NO FURTHER. the chapter STARTS and ENDS with that stuff, and its all in between. please note for few more chapters the story will be MUCH darker! please take care, my little save points!!! <333333 ]

Frisk felt just fine.

Well, excluding the gaping wounds in their arms and legs, stinging and twitching. Frisk hobbled towards the nurses room - somewhere they spent a lot of time - and waved weakly to the nurse. The nurse's eyes flicked over their computer screen, shooting a brief glance at Frisk. They returned to their work with a steady tic tic tac along the keyboard. Frisk, assuming the conversation was over before it began, headed into the bathroom to clean up.

Rubbing the dirt from their wounds and the tears from their eyes, Frisk gazed into the mirror of the bathroom. Their eyes swelled with tears and purple marks, their knees scraped and bloody beyond belief. They sighed. Something felt safe here, under the buzzing, ever-dimming lights. They smiled, leaning against the blank wall and shaking, tears no longer falling but chest still heaving. 

So, recess was essentially the same. 

1) Sneak out.

2) Try to go to the garden at the back of the school to watch the bugs.

3) Fail.

4) Get beat up.

5) Go to the nurse.

6) Clean yourself up.

7) Return to class late, sniffing, and continue business as usual. 

Applying an overly sticky bandage to their scraped knee, Frisk gazed back at the door.

Did they want to go back?

----------------------------------

It turned out, no. But Frisk went anyway, and soon they were returning to their room. The door shut behind them with a click, and they turned to face their bed. You see, Frisk's room wasn't really their room. Several children slept there, and all of them gazed at Frisk as they entered the room. Frisk waved. The other children didn't. Climbing into their bottom bunk, they welcomed the whining creaks over the sound of silence and wriggled themselves into a familiar warmth. 

They felt eyes boring into the back of them. Their eyes flicked around rapidly. Burning coldness swept throughout their body. They gazed down at their twitching hands. They tapped nervously against the mattress. Thum, thum, thum. 

The clock, placed brilliantly directly by Frisk's bed, ticked on relentlessly.

thum tick thum tock thum tick

Someone began whispering. 

thum psst tick thum psst tock 

Frisk saw tired, glossy eyes staring at them from beside them. The body they belonged to breathed deeply, exhausted. The heavy breaths added onto the weight pressing down on Frisk's lungs. Maybe they were breathing so heavily because they couldn't breathe, either. Maybe they felt just as suffocated as Frisk did. 

thum psst haaaa tick hfff tock haa psst thum tick psst haa thum thum tock hey aha ticktocknkpsstshaheyahaticktockpsstthumthumtickpssttockSTOP IT 

'Please be quiet'  Frisk signed, trembling fingers slipping from the sweat coating them. Frisk wasn't sure if the child above them saw, or just chose to ignore it, but they seemed to whisper louder, now giggling.

Frisk turned on their back, shoving their blankets off. They were sweaty enough right now. A thumping ache erupted in Frisk's hands, sore and stiff from such ceaseless tapping. They just wanted to sleep. They just wanted to be quiet and still and alone.

Frisk gulped, and whispered. Luckily, those without a voice can still speak v e r y quietly.

"P-Please be quiet," Frisk barely breathed, signing yet again for emphasis. The girl shot her a nasty look. 

The girl snickered, now chatting normally. Others caught on, laughing and gazing at Frisk. Frisk felt their breath catch in their throat, trembling. Their mouth, boiling with anxiety, trembled as they began to whisper again.

'please be quiet,' 

The girl cackled.

'please'

She now seemed borderline uncomfortable, eyes studying Frisk as if trying to figure them out. But, as usual, no one did. Frisk was dismissed, bullied, shoved, insulted, abandoned, excluded, forced into a dreadful panicking state of fear and pain and fear and help why are you looking at me what's so funny stop it  s  toP IT STOP IT

And with a sharp pain that felt like Frisk's throat was torn out, they screamed.

The entire room stared, turning around from their gossip and useless breathing to gape at the small brunette child. Frisk's voice croaked out, hoarse and cracking from the tears threatening to fall. They all stared. Why? They were apparently so boring and useless, and now everyone gazed at them with such confused shock Frisk suppressed another scream.

'goodnight,' Frisk cautiously signed, because their chest burned and heaved and their fingers they'd just bitten to a bloody nub ached and thudded and suddenly all Frisk wanted to do was sleep.
And they did.

That is, until Frisk woke up, sweaty and heart pulsing from a nightmare. Bringing their knees to their chest, Frisk let out another silent sob. 

On Frisk's nightstand, abandoned, lay the image of Mt. Ebbot, glowing in the moonlight. It grinned at them.

Frisk grinned back.

-------------------------

an: hooooooooo boy i had to rewrite and think abt this a LOT

ok so i

uh

seemed to make people upset with my other chapters/messages and i wanna say two things:

1) i wasn't trying to troll or anything, btw! i seriously wanted you to understand some more background information!! ouo for those of you wondering "what message? what happened to that chapter?" they have Been Deleted My Friends :o 

2) :^) im tryin friends. rlly. i am. please be gentl with the author she is fragile