Better then Nothing

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by WolvesMakeUpThePack

by WolvesMakeUpThePack

Your P.O.V.

"...up! Y/N wake up!" I opened my eyes groggily and saw an irritated Killua looking down at me.

"What?" I asked.

"We can leave now! The 50 hours are up." Upon hearing this, I jumped up.

"Let's go then!" I was bored, as I was the first person done with the exam, and I was ready to get my bloody ass moving! (A/N: I've been around a lot of Brits lately so my language is a tad different than normal. Sorry if you don't like that, loves!)

We all ran out the out the door, getting ready to take on the rest of this phase. We kept running, too. And we went left. And left. And we also went right. And we ran away from the boulder like Indiana Jones. Those arrows were annoying. And so were the snakes. Why were there snakes?! One bit me! I mean, it didn't but it almost did! The snakes were trying to KILL us! There's shouldn't have been snakes. Bloody snakes...

We eventually made it to a room with two paths. There were doors, heavy looking doors, blocking the pathways. I doubted I could open them. According to the thingamajig, We could take the long way with all five people, or take the short, with just three. So, in short, everyone was just like, I wanna go short, but I wanna go. (Except for me) And then they starting fighting and... My brother... Figured out that everyone could be like yay long path and then cut through the wall with axes and shizzle. And then it was like yAy a sLiDe.

*****

Hey. I know this is short (JUST LIKE YOUR DI- okie I'll stop). I'm sorry. It's just that... Ah, I won't give you excuses. I'll just tell yallz. I have this insane writers block called depression.

I'm not just saying I'm depressed like it's cool. I have the real, mental thing. I just am mentally unable to get over insults. Even if it's not an insult, if someone's just dismissive of me, I think of something like that as, "Oh, guess I don't matter that much if you're brushing me off." And the self harm is distracting.

Real self harm you guys. Not "Oh I cut myself one time!" I have scars, and new cuts. Both of my arms, legs, torso...

But I talk to people about it. It's not better, but it's bearable. I mean not really, but...

People who have been here since the beginning keep me going. You'd be sad if I stopped, right? Right?!

If I decide I don't want to be here anymore, you will get heads up.

Thx guys.