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Nightmare™

TW-abuse, suicide, intense suicidal thoughts, gay slurs, depression.
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Jared was walking cautiously through a dark walkway. It was almost like a hallway.

He saw a door with a light above it on his right. He went through it.

He saw a light in the middle of the pitch black room. His parents stood in the light. A blank expression was shown on their faces. He walked forward.

He felt himself shrink and he felt younger. He was six again.

He couldn't hear her but his mother's face scrunched in anger and she started screaming silently at him, but he remembered exactly what she was saying.

Useless piece of shit! You shouldn't have been born, you accident! Idiot! I wish you were never born! Why can't you just die already! You're the reason I want to die! It's me or you! Fuck you!

His mother disappeared and a note fell down to where she had stood before. His father still had a blank face, but tears flowed out of his eyes. Jared knew what the note was.

His mother's suicide note.

He knew it was his fault. His mother's words were replayed in his brain everyday he lived.

He felt himself get punched in the stomach. He looked at his father. Pure anger and hatred was all that could be seen in his expression.

He was seven now. Bruises and cuts covered his body. His father beat him and screamed at him.

Jared ran out of the room. And back into the hallway. The light above the door went out. His parents were a light in his light. That light went out. His mother was dead and his father was dead to him.

He was still seven. Another light came on above a door on his left. He went to the door and opened it. Inside he saw a seven year old boy with a light blue tee shirt with a tree design on it.

He walked over to the boy. They talked, yet no noise could be heard. But him and Evan grew close. They started walking away from the door together and aged together. Then they were 12 and were seventh graders.

Some people could be seen in the dark shadows of the room. They started silently shouting insults at Jared.

Gay! Loser! Faggot! Kill yourself! Fucker! Die! Queer! Dumbass! Freak! Bitch! Four eyes! Shorty! Asshole!

Jared started going closer to the door in fear. He started going further from Evan, his light. He went closer to the door until he was in the doorway. He saw Evan's hurt expression as he closed the door on him.

The light was still there but it was dangerously dim. A fifteen year old Jared cried outside the door, leaning against it.

He got up and walked back to his dad's door. He walked in and saw his dad angrily standing in the dark. He went to his father and a small light came on. A flash of hope. He talked to his dad, still silent. He told him his problems. He told him how he was tired of all the insults and how he felt guilty for pushing away Evan and he was sorry for everything being his fault. For being born. For being a loser. For being gay.

His dad's eyes grew more and more infuriated as Jared went on. He eventually just shut the poor boy up by slapping him. He shouted more and more insults. Darkness crawled all over Jared.

His dad kept screaming at him and kicking him as he curled into a ball in a attempt to stay alive. His dad eventually went into the darkness ditching Jared who was still laying there.