Chapter 15: Depression

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(Your POV)

--Everything is shit. People are accusing me of murdering my entire family.....idiots. Why would I kill everyone I love? Mark has been calling me everyday and so has Felix and Ken. But I don't ever bother to answer. My phone is probably underneath my dirty laundry.

--It has been 3 months and I haven't cleaned anything. Not even my clothes. I shower every now and then...depending how I feel. I haven't washed dishes or taken out the trash. I probably have ants or maggots. But its ok because the smell makes it feel like my kids are here making a mess.

--I really don't know what my purpose is anymore. 'Huh? What's that? Someone banging at the door?'

--I got up and walked out to the door and opened it.

--"DAM IT (Y/N) WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE MESSING WITH!?" My landlord's son and yelled at me.  "YOU HAVEN'T PAID MY MOM ANYTHING IN THE LAST FOUR MONTHS! IF YOU DON'T PAY UP-"

--I slammed the door on this face. "Shut up you are so annoying...," I said while walking upstairs back to my room. I sat on the bed and grabbed a tub of ice cream that was by my bed. I turned on the TV flipping through the channels.

--Nothing had caught my eye until I saw SpongeBob. The kids loved this show. I left it on as I went on my phone. I checked Jack's twitter. He had posted nothing of course but his twitter was filled with long ass comments for his death. The worst part is that some people actually wanted me to read them.

--I then went onto YouTube and went way back to the first video Jack and I made together. I watched the whole thing while tears ran down my face. I scrolled back up to an early video you guys had made with the kids.

--Together we all played FNAF 4. The worst and scariest one, the kids said at the beginning of the video. When the video started you were greeted by 5 warm hand almost touching the screen. I quickly paused the video and put my hand on theirs. My eyes watered. I unpaused the video and let it play as I laid down and fell asleep.        

(Time skip)

--I was suddenly awoken by loud banging on the door. I groaned and looked out the window. I saw Gloria standing there. My eyes widen and I quickly got up and ran downstairs and swung open the door.

--"Gloria!" I yelled. My eyes watered and I slapped her hard. She showed no sign of pain. She didn't even flinch.

--"How dare you show up here! All my kids are dead because you didn't save Ash when he went chasing after you!!" I screamed.

--"Yeah I know. I am here to let you see them," Gloria said while walking in and pushing me aside. "You look like shit by the way," Gloria said while walking to the kitchen. I sighed and looked down at my clothes. 'Is it that bad?'

--I closed the door and walked to the kitchen. "So what do you want Gloria?" I said while crossing my arms.


--"Ok first off if I am going to tell you anything you need to stop being a little f*cking b*tch and uncross your arm. Secondly, you need to stop blaming me for all of you problems," Gloria said while grabbing a can of soda from my fridge.

--My eyes widen. I had never thought Gloria would say something like that..... I slowly uncrossed my arms and stood up straight. "Now tell me," I said.

--"Ok lets get this established. There are something you don't know about me and most of them you will mostly likely ever know. So I am going to allow you one question," Gloria said finally looking at me.

--"How are you going to let me see my family?" I asked. Gloria sighed.

--"I was hoping you wouldn't ask that till the end, but....," Gloria grabbed a knife from the back of her pocket and threw it at my stomach. Blood flowed out of my stomach and it landed on the floor. I fell to my knees.

--"Look I am sorry it had to be this way....I would have normally used a gun but...it would have been too loud and I would've cause to much attention," Gloria said slamming another knife through my body. I coughed out blood.

--"I will make this as less painful as I can," Gloria said while standing over me. The last thing I saw was Gloria's foot slamming on my face and crushing my skull, killing my instantly.





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