Save me from my Demons | P.I.E Fanfiction

CHAPTER EIGHT - Help

|Johnny Ghost's POV|

I kept myself locked in my room as Toast and Melissa went back to her apartment.

It felt like everything around me was darkening. It felt like everything was going wrong. It was too much to bare. I had no idea what was happening to me.

I would never kill someone without good reason behind it. I was always the type of person to do things for the greater good, I would never kill for sport.

I had the blood of countless innocent people on my hands. The mere thought made me sick to the stomach.

This was all too hard to process. It was happening too quickly. I couldn't think straight.

Who am I becoming?

It wasn't long before Johnny came back. I could hear him calling for me downstairs but I didn't answer. I just wanted this all to be one big horrible nightmare.

But it's a nightmare that I can never escape.

The worry in Toast's tone grew as he frantically searched for me everywhere before he reached my room.

He tried to open it but failed to do so since I have bolted the door shut. I didn't want anything to do with anyone.

Not even my own best friend.

I couldn't be trusted. I wasn't going to hurt anyone else. No more innocent blood will be spilled.

The world would be a better place if I just erased myself from it.

That could be easily arranged but I am afraid I might getting someone else hurt just trying to find the machine to preform such a task.

I sighed in defeat. The only way to rid the world of myself was to let myself starve to death. A long and painful way to go but it'd what I deserve for killing the innocent people that got in my way.

"Ghost, open the door" Toast called calmly through the other side of the door. I remained quiet, my eyes fixated on the door.

He tried to open it once more but failed. Realising his efforts were wasted he moved from the door and went downstairs.

I was once again left with my own thoughts.

How could this happen? Why was this happening?

The more I thought about it the more I got lost in the darkest depths of my mind. I was struggling to get a clear picture on the situation. My rational thinking began the become irrational.

I was letting the madness grab ahold of me.

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|Toast's POV|

It's been hours since I last saw Ghost. He hasn't left his room. I am not even sure if he has left to go to the bathroom or to eat.

This is all hard on him, I can tell. I had to find out what happened to him and how to stop it from getting any worse.

But something like this is hard to wrap your head around. What are the possibilities supposed to be?