Yay internet is back on at home and I'm also back in school so UPD8S will be a little off I will still try to upd8 at least once or twice a month, much apologies if I dont have the chance
AND AGAIN I AM SUPER SORRY THAT I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG
a lot of deaths in the family :'( i just got back from my Cousins funeral a few days ago, Much sadness
BUT THATS NO EXCUSE, I PROMISED YOU GUYS A CHAPTER DO THATS WHAT ILL DO
So pls enjoy
WARNINGS:
-THE USUAL XD
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Your POV
You wake up feeling better. You stretch and yawn sitting up. You looked out your window and saw that it was dark.
"Hm?"
You looked at your clock and saw it was almost Midnight.
"Damn, I've been asleep all day.."
You don't understand why, but a huge wave of sudden depression hit you and you felt the need to cut. This happens every now and then. You thought about all the places in your room that you hid just a few of your razors.
You climb out of bed and start your search. Walking over to your dresser, you open it expecting to see one of the blades. Confused, you search around. Maybe it's in the other drawers. After searching all the drawers, you found nothing. You sigh, slightly irritated and go to the second spot in your room.
You always hid a razor taped to the very last page of your diary. You reach for the small bookl-
Wait..
WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR DIARY?!
You mentally started panicking and tore up your entire room searching for the book that held all your confound secrets.
"Okay Okay..where could it be?" You ask yourself. You sigh and growl in frustration, storming out your room and into your kitchen.
You searched the cabinets where your other razors were supposed to be. Nothing. All your blades were gone. But there was hella food now. You guess that's good.
"Fuck it," you say opening the knife drawer, "I'll just use a-" You stopped seeing all the knife were gone. You also noticed it was very quiet.
Where's Strider?
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Dave's POV
The storm had cleared up a bit. I still had (Y/N)'s diary with me, on the next page she wrote down all her hiding places for her blades. I started my work immediately. The first spot on her list was her dresser drawer. I opened it carefully. The drawer squeaked a bit and (Y/N) shifted in her sleep. I reached inside and grabbed the blade. I put it in a Ziploc bag and left the room quietly.
"Good job Strider, 13 to go." I whisper to myself.
The next spot was the kitchen cabinets. I walked in there and found 3 more hidden within the boards keeping the cabinets together. Damn. How'd she get them in there? I added them to the Ziploc bag. I noticed there were grocery bags. Bro must have brought home a bunch of things. I looked through the draws and saw some really big ass knives. I decided to take those as well.
"No more sharp objects around (y/n)."
I headed out the door and to the elevator. As I descended down, I couldn't help but think about (y/n). Something about her makes me want to learn more. How she acts, what she says, her behavior, its all so interesting somehow. It makes me feel..weird. I start to picture her face. Her beauty enters my mind. Those gorgeous (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair matched her complexion perfectly.
I sigh as I feel heat rush to my face. The elevator door opens, and I proceed out the front doors with a smile. Something I haven't done in quite a long time....
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IM SORRY ITS SHORT BUT I PROMISED A CHAPTER DX
IM SUPPER SORRY READER-CHAN, a lot of personal stuff has happened lately, that I may or may not explain in a A/N later..
BUT I PROMISE TO POST ANOTHER CHAPTER SOME TIME THIS MONTH OR NEXT MONTH PLS BE PATIENT WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEE
okay love chu guys and thanks for sticking around to read!!
BAIIIII~
-F
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DepressedDave x DepressedReader: Stormy Days Starry Nights
FanfictionYour a teen who lost your parents in a crucial accident and find out life isn't so much of a piece of cake. You hide your depression with fake smiles and small laughs but only one person can see right through you. and that's none other than Dave Str...
