Error POV
I decided to go talk to Nightmare. If Ink thinks that I have friends maybe she won't be so concerned about therapy.
I know she's trying her best. And I love her for that but, I just don't wanna go.
"I wish she'd let me die... then her problems would be gone." I said.
"I disagree. That only makes more problems for your... Ugh. 'Wife'. And besides, your child will need you." Nightmare replied.
"Children. There's two. I'm surprised you're being encouraging."
"You May have married a creator, but unfortunately for you I see you as a friend still. God knows why."
"Because Cross said so?"
"Don't test me."
I checked my phone. Nothing from Ink. Normally she's always texting, making sure I'm ok. She's probably asleep.
Still, I'm worried about her. I went to find her. As I thought, she was in bed, asleep. I smiled and kissed her hand after I laid by her.
"How'd it go?" She asked, eyes still closed and voice still sleepy.
I got closer to her.
"He actually gave me good advice."
"Mmm. That's nice." She yawned.
I put a blanket over her and let her sleep more. She seemed like she needed it. I know I shouldn't... I have the urge again. I got the blade, and cut my arms.
The blood ran down my arms, almost as if they were crying. Voices in my head begged for mercy, an answer as to why I keep doing it. I started crying myself. The screams and cries grow louder and louder. I swear I can hear Ink crying. I hated it! Make it stop!
I heard someone about to open the door. I quickly hide the blade and try to cover my arms, however, Dream walks in before I can.
"...dude what the fuck?"
"Don't tell Ink, please. She'll worry."
"That's mostly your fault... shit! No, I didn't mean that, I-I meant-"
"I know what you meant dipshit. Just, don't tell her."
He reluctantly agreed and told me to clean the cuts. So I did. It stung a bit. I don't normally clean the cuts. If they get infected Ink can't stop my death.
Only Reaper would be able to really. And we aren't exactly on the best of terms right now. I don't trust Dream not to tell Ink.
He's a truth teller. Normally that's good but not in this case. If Ink asks, he'll break and say the truth.
I should probably be the one telling her. I just... I can't anymore. At this point I think she's tired of it. It's not a surprise anymore.
Maybe I should talk to someone. I don't want to, but it'd make my Inky happy. When she woke up we went for a walk or au hopping really.
"Inky, I was thinking... if it makes you happy or... feel better, I'll talk to a therapist for you."
She smiled.
"Really? Look, I know you better than you think. You'll say you're going and go somewhere else."
"No, I'm serious. I know this isn't coming as a surprise to you, I cut myself again. Don't cry. Please. I promise I'm... well, it doesn't hurt anymore. After Dream walked in it made me think I might need some help."
She was silent.
"I... I mean... that sounds logical... I... still can't believe you'd... hm."
She still cried. I don't think she knew as she kept talking as if she wasn't. I stopped her, sat down, and held her. She calmed herself.
"What goes through your mind when you cut... what was happening when you tried to..." she hugged me tightly, holding back any more tears. "When you tried to... k...kill yourself...?"
I sighed.
"I wish I could tell you baby. But, I don't think you'll be able to believe it. It... it is a selfish reason really."
"Error, I asked to hear a answer."
"...I just want you to be happy... I don't want to be your problem. If I'm gone you won't have anymore."
"I will ALWAYS have problems. Loosing you would make everything so much worse, I-I want you here. I want you alive. I love you and I don't think you understand that..."
I didn't know how to answer that. She was almost yelling. She didn't care if she cried anymore.
"I...I don't understand that. I have done a lot to you. And your reason for loving me has been because I understand you."
She embraced me. I kissed her. She kissed back.
"Let's... save this talk for therapy."
"Agreed"
