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Catastrophe

This chapter has some very sensitive parts to some people. So a forewarning, this can trigger some. Skip this chapter if you need to. ~HorrorGirlBitch

~Dustins POV~

THIS IS NOT HOW I PLANNED THIS TO GO!!!

Everything is going down hill. The main reason of it is me. Why am I such a fuck up? Sorry, language. Everything is ruined now. Now matter how much they tell me it's not my fault, I still think it is. He's dead and it's my fault. I never should have said that. I never should have done anything. How come I survived? I would do anything in order to save him. I wish I could go back in time to save him and not me. Bailey, I am so sorry I was messing with you. How is Colby going to take this? Would I tell him? Or would his dad? How would it to down? Something like, "Hey little buddy, your big bubby is in a better place now. He isn't coming back either. I'm sorry bud. Come here little man."? Screw the language thing. FUCKIN HELL! COLBY COME BACK! I NEED YOU! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND!

I walk down the hallways. People stop and look at me. I'm wearing all black. This isn't normal because I usually wear bright colors. I have stitches across my forehead and all round my face. Everyone one is staring at me. "Do you have a problem with me?!" I scream out. The class looks terrified. Even my teacher. "May I be excused?" I ask my teacher starting to cry. She just quietly nods and I storm out of the class.

Where can I go? Where can I go to cry? The bathroom is an obvious place to look for me. Janitors closet? No, the smell in there hurts my head. Ah! I got it!

I sit here and cry. It's dark which helps me think. I can hear the drama kids rehearse their play. Yeah, I'm in the drama closet. Wow, nerdy right? Whatever. I'm crying really hard right now. I'm so embarrassed. I stormed out of that classroom so angry. I yelled at my classmates. My mom is going to get a call from the principal saying I blew up in class. I don't want her to be disappointed in me.
Just kill yourself already
What?
Kill yourself
W-why? I don't need to..
Yes you do. You're a disappointment. Your sister and mother hate you.
No they don't. They love me.
How do you know that? How do you know they don't hate you?
I just do! I know they do! What or who are you?!?
I'm your voice. There are many more voices. Some worse than me, some better than me. You know I'm right.
YOU'RE WRONG!

I yelled that out. The drama teacher came and opened the closet door. She found me crying in a curled ball. I was shaking. Shaking like I was shivering. Like I was cold. The drama teacher, she carried me. She picked me up and carried me to the office. I'm placed on bed. Not a full bed or a twin. Just a little cot like bed. She lays a very warm blanket on me and leaves. My head is rested on a very soft pillow. So many things are running through my head and it's crazy.
Wow, surprised she didn't just leave you to freeze.
Why are like this? What did I do to deserve this?
I'm just saying what your thinking. Don't yell at me for your words.
But, these aren't my words. What did I deserve for this to happen?!
You killed someone Dustin. Actually, you killed two people.
I never meant to! I was messing around and he hit the steering wheel!
You still killed them. Colby is dead and so is his mom. Feel good about yourself. Good night Dustin.
I'm not going to sleep right now.
Oh really? Are you sure about that?

My eyes start to flicker shut. I try as hard as I can go keep them open, but not matter how much I try I fall asleep. Crying makes me tired. Especially if I cry for a while. I just want good dreams and no nightmares right now. Is that hard to ask for?

~Narrator POV~

As Dustin falls asleep the bell rings. He's already into a deep sleep so he won't wake up. Dustin sleeps until sixth period. Once he wakes up he walks into his first period class, grabs his stuff, and walks to his sixth period. He's not crying. Just, surprised at the voice in his head still telling at him. Dustin takes in the verbal abuse and just doesn't say anything. Why does he do this? I don't know. I'm only the narrator and I don't know people's minds.