The Cursed House

Cascade

:Warning:

America cuts his arms a bit-

Please, if you feel like you might do the same, find someone you can go to for help.

If you can't find someone, drawing lines on your arms helps. I painted red lines on my arms and I felt better

If that doesn't work, maybe hair ties or rubber bands? It's better than cutting as long as you don't cut off your circulation.

Please, I don't want any of you to be hurt.

sorry about the wall of text-
I want to make sure you're all ok.

*the other persons pov*

I wake up to America sobbing.

He's still asleep, bawling his eyes out.

I hug him tightly and rub his back, but it doesn't  work.

He starts begging for help, despite being asleep.

"H-Help... I... NO!!"

He wakes up, breathing quickly.

He looks at me, then backs away from me.

"What's wrong, America?"

I stand up and walkover, but he backs up and screams "D-Don't hurt me!"

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Y-You killed th-them!!"

"Who? I've never-"

"Everyone! You l-locked me I-In a cage a-and made me w-watch!!"

I get closer, but he backs into a corner.

"D-Don't come closer!!"

"America, calm down! It was just a nightmare!"

"B-But you w-would still do s-something like that!"

I move closer, trapping him in the corner.

He screams and kicks me, but I easily grab him and pick him up.

Then I trap him in a tight hug.

He cries loudly, but I sit on the couch.

He keeps trying to get away, but I'm stronger than him.

I start singing a song that my dad would sing to calm me down.

America can't understand it, but it seems to be helping.

He snuggles against my chest and stares into space, listening to my song.

I look out the windows.

The rain has lessened, and it's brighter out.