You Can't Hate Me Forever! (Anti x Schneep)

Broken

Anti's pov.

Darkness. That's all I can see. Just an empty sea of despair and heartache. Oh god... I feel empty, yet, so full at the same time. I can hear the voices again. Their constant whispers that tell of a great past and mysteries of the universe. The voice echo tales of great truths that are anticipated as lies and lies to be seen as truth. A tale of love and loss. A story of two strings, once separated. Two strings that slowly neared, getting closer and closer. A͚̣͢ ̠̞̿f̢͋̂ọͨ͟ğ̖̿o̢͒̾t͉̦̺tͮͫ̑e͈͗̈ņ̓͢ ̰̃ͨť̵̰a̳̮͡l̴͂͊e̬͂ͭ.̦̰̑.̙͉͉.̓́̑ My tale. "Let's go to your room, eh James?" "He'll live... unfortunately." "I'm going to open the door," "Breakvest iz downztairz... iv you're hungery... zat iz..." "I'll go get the other's up" "Dumme glitch Hündin" "Anti. Move." "When did you get up?" "You okay bro? He didn't do anything to you, did he?" "He tried to kill us, remember?" "You seem down today." "Yo, dude! Come eat lunch with us!" Did they really think I wouldn't know what they say about me? I always find out. I always know. I'm always there... Staring. Watching. Waiting...I'll admit, I never liked living with them. The continuous noise on games nights, eating pizza and joke-telling. All sitting around a table with whatever game they were playing in the middle of their small, isolated cult. Sometimes they would talk about me, either as an obvious joke or a simple conversation topic. They could never keep their mouths shut. I was always able to hear their muffled voices from my bedroom. My room is the only place I have to go, but sometimes... I can see things move from the corner of my eyes out the window. The assortment of plushies I have start to whisper to each other, and the walls start to bleed. Only when I have these 'attacks' is it that I run away to the forest. 

Yes, a forest is behind our house. A cliché is it not? Bushes and flowers make small swishes and sways in the cool breeze, and a trail leads deep into the safety of fantasy. I continue to walk through my wonderland, sometimes spotting a wild rabbit Halfway to my destination is a small creek with rocks serving as a bridge, tiny fish gliding through the currents. I cross, knowing that hope is only a few steps away. There! The trees open to reveal a cliff. The cliff leads down to a deep ravine that leads all the way down to hope. Today is a little different than usual, though... Today, someone is standing on the edge of the cliff. A man, my height and weight with his arms painted with stripes of red. His hair is in turmoil, and he wears my clothes. A plain black shirt that is just a little too large for his small figure, Dirty black ripped skinny jeans with a silver chain hanging down in a loop on his right thigh, and a pair of black sneakers sit comfortably on his feet. "I know you're there," he muttered bitterly as he turns to face me. It's me. How? I am here. But I am also there. How can there be two ME's? The man starts venting, now having turned back around, so his back is facing me." I have seen a world outside of my reality. A reality that I hoped would get better, but never did. I forgive those who have hurt me, and I tried to learn a lesson. I will never hate them like they hated me. I make empty promises to myself that I would forget, but still pry away from them. Unfortunately, I have allowed myself to become foolish. I have become a victim of my own self-hatred, and I will willingly let myself to face punishment. Every morning I wake up to the same old things. I wake up to the same routines, same jokes, same faces, same environments, same expectations, and a world where my flaws and uniqueness is used as a weapon against my heart. I once made a promise that I'd never end my life. But now I fear that I have no choice, and must once again disappoint. Once I fall to the comfort of my slumber, I hope I'll never wake up" And then...

He jumped...

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The world melts around me, and I am once again in the ever so familiar void. I hear faint muffled voices coming from the void that's my depressive thoughts. I begin to remember what happened before I passed out.