Don't Leave Me || Princibaldi ✔️

6: Rejection

Major TW: Self-Harm

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[Baldi's POV]

I stayed home from class again. I had pretty much given up on it, and I was too depressed to go back to my former workplace.

I was trying to eat, but I didn't eat much. Maybe a sandwich or a bowl of soup per day. That's all I wanted, really.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I reached out to pick it up, and I shivered. Even the slightest exposure to the air made me cold, because I was under a blanket all the time.

It was...

Princi?

I picked up and had the phone at my ear lightning-fast. Why was Princi calling me? No matter, I was talking to him... for the first time in three weeks.

"Baldimore? Is this you?"

Oh, no... he sounded so broken. His voice sounded croaky and tired, like how I'm feeling right now. What if he was feeling the same way I am?

"Yes, this is me," I answered, trying to sound confident and strong. Oh, but it was all a façade...

There was a slight pause. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "I was just calling to check up on you. How are your classes?"

I swallowed, blinking back tears. I didn't want to tell him the truth, of course—it would hurt him to know I wasn't enjoying my classes. "They're okay. Listen, I have to go... I'm really busy." Hurriedly, I hung up, letting the tears spill out.

I sobbed loudly, despair taking over my whole body. No rational thoughts crossed my brain at this point. I got up from the couch and grabbed my ruler, something I hadn't picked up in a very long time. I put my open left palm face-up on the table, and roughly slapped myself with the ruler.

Again,

again,

again...

Each wave of pain just distracted me from the despair I felt.

Everyone hates you, Baldi...

Another harsh slap. My palm was beginning to bleed, but I didn't care. All of my common sense was gone.

Princi probably hates you now...

I gripped the ruler with my left hand now, staining the wood red. I then began to smack my right palm.

They don't want you back at the school...

I let out a choked sob, tears streaming down my face. What have I become? A monster?

That's too good a word to describe me now.

To Be Continued...