Stay Alive (Sans X Depressed Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Five

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I sighed.
I really hate lying...
I really do...
But...
I can't help it.

I grabbed the knife that I kept in my old rugged backpack and slid It deeply across my skin.
Fifteen new cuts on each arm, but all cuts together is Sixty.
Sixty cuts...
Thirty on each arm.
Twenty on my stomach...
Eighty on my thighs...
And some on my ankles.

I even have scratch marks on the back of my neck...
All from myself...

I pulled my sleeves down, not caring about the dark fabric on my arms.
I grabbed a new set of clothes and set out to the bathroom.

I walked in and locked the door, I looked in the mirror and sighed.

H: "You're Twenty-One years Old Hannah! And you still stupid enough to be depressed..." I slammed my hand on the sink and flinched.

Even I scare myself sometimes...

I started the shower and began to strip down. I looked at my body in the mirror and scrunched my face.

Just ugly as ever...

You could almost see my ribs, but the biggest thing in there was the cuts...

All over...

*Flashback*

"NO YOU CAN'T HURT HER SHE'S SIX! FATHER STOP!"

My 'father' abused all of us...
But my brother always tried to stop him...

But we both didn't know that this would be his last time...

"MOVE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" My brother refused.

"Brother stop you'll get hurt!" He looked back at me and smiled.

"As long as I protect you...
Then I don't care..." He was then pulled up by his shirt.

He kicked and screamed but this made the man more angry...

He grabbed his neck tightly and didn't let go.
The kicks were slower, and weaker...
The pleads becoming faint, and his breathing becoming wheezing.

"BROTHER!" I kept pounding on my dads legs and kicking him as hard as I could.

"H-Hannah...
I love...
You." I stared in shock...

"BROTHER NO!" He was dropped to the ground and I ran over to him.

I checked for a pulse...
None...
Tears came out of my eyes as I hugged the now dead body.

"I'm sorry...
I couldn't help...
I'm sorry...
I love you...
Mike..."

*End of Flashback*

I stepped into the shower and sighed.
I closed my eyes as Another came.

*Flashback*

"WHAT DO YOU DO HUH?! YOU DON'T DO SHIT!"

"I don't do Shit?! I DON'T DO SHIT?! I WORK FOR THIS FAMILY WHILE YOU GO OUT AND SPEND THAT MONEY ON DRUGS, BEER, STRIPERS, AND FUCKING GAMBLING!!"

I'm now thirteen...
I feel no emotion towards other human beings, I'm dull, lonely, and depressed.

My voice became deeper for a female...
My eyes became darker after the years...
I have no imagination anymore...

And Mum and The man are fighting again...

I then heard a slap from my Mum to the man.

She would pay for that...

I then heard screams from Mother as I stood up and walked as calm as I could and looked at my father.

He looked up with anger as my mother told me not to do anything.

"Stop."

"What?!"

"Stop..."

"That's it? HAHAHAHA Really?! Even after killing your brother you haven't been any better at defending someone." He stood up and my Mum bolted, leaving this family forever.

"But you did... And now I actually saved a life instead of killing."

"But I can kill you."

"No you can't...
I can kill you."

"Oh really?" I stuffed my hand into my pockets and nodded.

He put his fists up as I grabbed a knife...

Then something flickered...
Something changed me right then and there.

I smiled crazily as I charged at him and dodged his punch, I stabed his thigh and he screamed in pain.

I felt as If I had to avenge my brother...

I took the knife out harshly and he fell to the ground.

"Please stop!" I laughed.

"So now you know what it feels like...
You killed my brother and you know that...
He was everything to me...
And you took that away...
But now your here...
On the ground...
Pleading for mercy...
Now...
Mercy?
Or
Fight..." I was looking at the bloody knife until he yell something.

"PLEASE LET ME GO! I'LL STOP IM SORRY...
I'LL DO ANYTHING!!" My eyes darted to him as I smiled again. I saw him shiver in place.

"Then you'll die...
I mean we've already gotten this far..." I put the knife up and stabbed him in his head.

When I let go of the knife I flickered back to reality.
I looked at the dead and back away.

There was blood all over my clothes.
I ran upstairs and grabbed new clothes. I put them all until someone opened the door.

"Hello? Is everything alright?" I then heard a gasp as I ran out of my room.

The male walked around cautiously and gasped when he saw the dead body.

When he saw me he freaked out. There was still blood on my hands and he knew I was the killer...

*End of Flashback*

I began to wash body ad I started to feel weird...
Almost...like there was blood...Everywhere...

*Flashback*

Three years...
Three years in this INSANE prison...

I didn't know killing one person would be so bad...
Well scratch that five people...

But I'm now Fucking sixteen...
And I feel that I'm even more insane then I was before...
I'm being treated as if I'm not even human...

Just... Two more years...
And I'll be out...
Right?

*End of flashback*

I let out a shaky sigh As I Turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and harshly dried my body, whincing from time to time.

When I was dried off I put on ripped pants, with a white shirt, and a Leafyishere Hoodie.

I brushed my hair out and decided just to let it air dry.

I walked out the bathroom and sighed. I walked downstairs to meet face to FUCKING FACE WITH NAOMI!!

EEEEEEEEE WHY MEEEEEEE
WHY NOWWWW??

I could feel my face heat up as she smiled at me.

Oh god, oh Shit...
She's so cute...

N: "Hey! I just wanted to know if your nose was okay." I nodded quickly and mentally slapped myself.

Why are you so nervous?!

Your not like This Hannah.
Not even when you liked US Papyrus!

SNAP OUT OF IT.

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Not my story."