My Emo Nightmare

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H-Hey...... you wanna hear something? I have 20 chapters written! *cue the giggles* anyway enjoy!!! Trigger warning: blood, lots of blood.

Princeys pov
Anxiety said I should leave, from what I could make out. He kind of trailed off at the end.

I was worried but I thought maybe Thomas would pick up on it and I didn't want him worrying over nothing.

We all know he works waaaay to much.

I'm sure he's alright. He's Anxiety. Now Logic is another story. So I started down the hallway planing to find Logic and talk to him about this side affect. It could start effecting him negatively, but I don't think that'll happen. My real motive was just to see Logan as a cat while it lasted.

Anxiety's pov
The knocking at my door stopped. After a bit it was dark and cold. I finally opened my eyes and looked around.

The place was just blood everywhere. I tried to sit up but my torso had so many cuts that it hurt to try.

How do I fix this one?

I just need to... apply pressure. It's been so long since cuts, I almost forgot what to do when losing a lot of blood.

The blood on the carpet might be a problem. But the carpet is dark enough that when the blood dries it won't show.

Maybe I won't have to do a lot of work after all.

I was getting tired again so I ripped my shirt, despite the state of my arms. I took the piece of ripped cloth and tied it around my wrists since cuts there are life threatening.

I felt myself start to nod off. Would that be a bad thing if I did? Would I just die as soon as I closed my eyes? Or do I need sleep to get better?

Screw it, I'm sleeping. If it kills me then that sucks. If it doesn't, then awesome. That's just how it's gonna be.

>>>time skip>>>>

Huh. You all are here so I guess I'm not dead.

If I was, I'd deserve hell and you all are to perfect to be in hell.

(That was cute but still...)

Okay, I'll stop. Sorry author-chan.

I looked down at my arms and remembered everything that happened prior.

"This is complete, utter shit."

I tried getting up once again. It was excruciating painful like someone was stabbing me all over again but with smaller knives and everywhere. When I finally stood, I stumbled a bit.

"Well... normally not being allowed walk would be my dream."

I sat down on my bed...well...fell down is a better word.

Most of the blood must be dried up since I slept for— I looked at the clock— 10:00pm

I think I have medical supplies in one of the drawers by my bedside table.

I opened the first drawer on top and faintly remembered putting bandages in it when I first got here, in case if the others did something like this.

I took out the bandages and started at my wrists then worked my way to my stomach.

All together I must have spent like 4 days in my room.

"The others probably haven't even noticed. They probably even forgot I made a noise."

I finished bandaging cuts and scrapes then put the medical supplies back into the drawer.

"I think I could go out... probably."