eddsworld one shots [DISCONTINUED]

rant story thingy..

Liz sat at the bay window, whispering the lyrics of the song she was listening to as she stared off out of the window. She had grown the habit of shutting the world out. She started to bottle up her feelings and problems a lot more. "Get a load of this train wreck, his hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet." She whispered to no one. When ever she wanted to cry for hours on end, she'd instead go and stare out her bay window, get lost in thought with music blaring through headphones. She honestly just wanted someone to hold her, tell her everything was okay, that she was going to be alright, that she's get through it. But she knew it wouldn't happen.

A loud thud rang through her shared house. The others were used to this by now, but they didn't know why she did it. She growled, punching the wall again. She had built her room onto the house, putting solid steel behind every wall because of her, 'problem'. She punched the wall again, cursing at herself inside. "They fuckin' hate you." The voice said in her head. She growled again, punching the spot once more. "They all want you dead." It whispered again. She punched the wall again, deep red staining the blue paint. "Son of a bitch." She muttered, looking at her bleeding knuckles. She walked into her bathroom, grabbing the bandages from the medicine cabinet. She wrapped her knuckles, the voice making another comment. "Your such a fuck up. I mean, look at yourself." She glared at the mirror from the toilet seat. "Shut up." She mumbled. "Your so ugly and fat. Not to mention a half fucking gay." It hissed. Tears  welled in her eyes. She laid on her bed, quickly wiping them. "I'm fine." She said. "They'd be happier with you dead." It said, ever so happily. "I said shut the fuck up." She said, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Face it, Your a fucking mistake. No one wanted you. They're only your friends because of pity." The brunette curled on her side, silently sobbing. "It's not true." She said. "Oh, if only it wasn't." It sneered. "All of them think your annoying. Your an annoying piece of shit who no one likes." Liz walked to her bathroom, splashing some water on her face. She took a deep breath, walking down the hall to join the others. The voice actually shuts up around them. There was no chance of being okay, and she didn't want to see help. She never liked talking to others about her emotions. It made her feel pressured and awkward, but she'll listen to others. She put on her mask of happiness as she sat. 'A little bit longer, you'll be okay.' She thought to herself.