...N-Nightmare?? (A Nightmare!Sans Story) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1 (?)

Before we begin this chapter I want to say that this is my first time writing on  Wattpad. And that updates will be slow. Anyway Hope you enjoy chapter.

Trigger warnings:

*mention of self-harm (maybe)
*nightmare

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~Nightmare's POV~

It was dark. Oh so dark and cold. I was freezing. I was tired, exhausted from running. I was at the Tree of Feelings, surround by an angry mob...

Cornered.
Trapped.

Caged in and beaten like an animal. Stones hitting my skull, punchs and kicks and scratches covering the rest of my battred and bruised body. My white bones aching. I made a mistake and now they all want me dead.

Time passed as a blur. Was it just a few minutes? A few hours? I don't remember most of what happened. All I know is that there was an apple, sour bitter taste. Pain. Unimaginable pain. It was like my bones were set ablaze. My head was pounding, vision and color blending together into splotches. Eventually I couldn't see....or I did but don't want to remember.

There was silence....
Then screaming....

I didn't feel like myself. I was angry. I wanted them to hurt, so they did. The one's who had tournamented me for years were getting their just deserves. The next thing I know is that there is dust and blood covering the near-by ground and myself.

"N-Nightmare....?" I turn around to see Dream. He looks...afraid..utterly horrified is more like it. I walk towards him, a twisted grin plastered onto my face.

And I wake up.

I keep hearing them in my head. Its become normal for me to hear them. What they said...most of it true now.
"Your evil"
"Demon"
"Everything would be better without you"
"How could Dream care about a monster like you?"
True.
True.
True.
True..?..

How could Dream care about someone like me? After, everything i've done...he still trys to save me??? It's confusing, we fought earlier today and he tried to make me 'Good' again. Even as one of my dark tentacles wrapped around his neck, forcing the air out of his non-existing lungs. He believed I'm me? Why? Why does he care?
Its confusing to say the least.

I keep having nightmares, funny right? The King of bloody Fear Incarnate, Lord of Nightmares, Bringer of Terror to the multiverse, had a nightmare. I'm forced to remember the pain they caused me every time I close my eyes drifting into a restless slumber.

I still have the scars, most of them mental or emotional but their still there. I learned to cope by hurting myself. Cutting, burning, scratching, bruises, or on occasion fracturing/breaking my bones . There are hundreds of small lines covering my arms and hips, of witch more are added each week. Hell, each day, it's like a addiction now its not just to cobe. My arms still sore from yesterday's 'session'.

Everything hurts...
I'm just so tired....
I want to stop lying....

I just want to sleep...

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Sorry if this was kinda bad. But I hope y'all enjoyed it anyways. Any and all feedback is appreciated. Have a lovely day!!!