Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Being Abused

*Frisk's POV*

At night I remembered hearing voices.

Sleep was a rare thing for me, and when it came it was hardly comfortable.

My arms had turned to almost bone.

My stomach was weak and growling to keep me awake.

I was loosing all my hope, my determination.

Everything I was, began to disappear, and I could feel nothing but sickness and regret.

Of course.

Regret.

That sick word that had followed me my entire life.

Every situation I had done, lead me down that path of guilt.

Was there anything I could do besides mess up?

At first I thought that there were choices I could make, that would lead me down the right path, possibly take away the regret and pain.

But as I look back on it, I realize that there is nothing to keep me from feeling this way.

There was nothing to keep me from falling apart.

'You are falling apart,' I told myself, my mind no longer fighting on what to think or say, my mind now accepting the failure and depression that raked through me. 

No... rake isn't the right word.

These feelings weren't forceful, and it was because I wasn't fighting back.

They flowed through me, like a river stream in my blood, filling me with a blue sadness that wouldn't leave me alone.

Somehow, the flowing felt worse.

Giving up didn't feel like anything at all actually.

All it felt like was more emptiness.

Though I didn't fight my own emotions, and my thoughts.

I accepted my still dripping love for G, I accepted that I was beaten and put in a dungeon, ready to crack any second.

Everything I had accepted, and I knew that nothing would ever change in that empty dungeon.

I'd eat.

I'd sleep.

I'd cry soft tears while I thought about my confession to G.

More regret.

I'd drink.

I'd eat.

Repeat.

Everything seemed like a simple cycle, yet the cycle would make me thin, and my skin was a terrible pale.

Escaping seemed like nothing now.

Even if I managed to try something, I was too weak to even move.

I was too weak to even breathe.

My breaths came out in ragged whimpers, that hung in the thin air around me, the black stone seeming darker even with the small blue light that shined through the tiny square bars in the corner behind me.

Those were too small for me to fit through.

I was chained up and had no way of getting to them.

It was too high for me too reach.

And I was so weak and frail, standing wouldn't be an option.

'You have no way to escape...' I continued to tell myself, letting the thoughts run inside me with the weakness that already began to spread, 'You have failed and lost... What's the point in trying anymore?'