"𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘" STANLEY BARBER X READER

#𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘

**WARNING: This chapter contains self harm. If this is hard for you to read, then please skip this chapter.
If you are feeling this way yourself, please call
1-800-273-8255
Your life's are so important in this world, and we can't loose somebody special like you. Please speak out to anybody about how your feeling. I love you, and don't want to loose you♥︎**

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🅂🄻🄴🄴🄿
🅂🄻🄴🄴🄿.
🅂🄻🄴🄴🄿?

🅃🅁🄴🄴'🅂 🄶🄾 🄱🅈 🄰🅂 🅃🄷🄴 🄲🄰🅁 🄼🄾🅅🄴🅂 🄾🄽 🅃🄷🄴 🅁🄾🄰🄳. 🅃🄷🄴 🅂🅄🄽 🄸🅂 🄱🅁🄸🄶🄷🅃, 🄼🄰🄺🄸🄽🄶 🄸🅃 🄷🄰🅁🄳 🅃🄾 🅂🄴🄴.
🄽🄴🅇🅃 🅃🄾 🄼🄴 🄸🅂 🄰 🄼🄰🄽.

🄰 🄼🄰🄽 🅃🄷🄰🅃 🄻🄾🄾🄺🅂 🄵🄰🄼🄸🄻🄸🄰🅁.
🄷🄴 🅃🄰🄿🅂 🅃🄷🄴 🅆🄷🄴🄴🄻, 🄼🅄🅂🄸🄲 🄿🄻🄰🅈🄸🄽🄶. 🄼🄰🄺🄸🄽🄶 🄷🄸🄼 🄷🅄🄼 🅃🄷🄴 🅃🅄🄽🄴.

🅆🄷🄾...

"🅆🄷🄾 🄰🅁🄴 🅈🄾🅄?"

🄸 🄻🄾🄾🄺 🄰🅃 🄷🄸🄼, 🅃🄷🄴 🅂🅄🄽 🄱🄻🄾🄲🄺🄸🄽🄶 🄷🄸🅂 🄵🄰🄲🄴.

"🅂🄸🄻🄻🅈, 🄸🅃'🅂 🄼🄴. 🅈🄾🅄🅁-"

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I wake up, my shirt wet from sweat.
Sweat.
I was sweating? My face feels so wet.
My heart hurts I-

"Dad..."

I shakily say, as tears burn my face, while I curl up in a ball. My breathing gets faster, my mind goes fuzzy. All I can feel is tears streaming down my face, and the burn from my nails scratching my knees.

I want the pain to stop
Please.
Just-
STOP!!

I get up, and open my drawer.
There lays a razor. I need it. I need it so bad, just to stop the burning in my heart. And the emptiness in my stomach.

1
2
3
4
5

Five cuts. The first two being larger then the others. A bit of blood going down my arm. I walk to my bathroom, Turing the knob. And watching the blood and water mix together. I hiss from the water. It stings.

It stopped.

All the pain I did have. Is gone. All that I can focus on is wrapping bandages on my left arm. I finished wrapping it, and turn off the water.
I look at myself in the mirror.

Pathetic.
I'm so fucking pathetic.
Cutting myself to stop a different pain.
Emptiness.
And now,
All the pain I have is on my arm.
I'm so fucked up.

I look away, not wanting to see how terrible I look, To just stop those thoughts.

I just need to wear a sweater and jacket tomorrow. I'll tell the coach I left my gym clothes at home. Yeah. That sounds good. Now, I need to sleep without hurting my arm.

I close the bathroom door, looking at my bed. I just want to lay down and fall asleep. Never to wake up. I carefully pull the covers over my gross body, while accidentally putting pressure on my arm. I hiss from the pain, I move my arm and lay down.

I look at the ceiling, nothing really going through my head. Except for-

Cuts
Sink
Water
Ocean
Jellyfish
Stan-
Stanley Barber

My face feels warm, as Stanley comes to mind. I quickly cover my mouth with my right hand.
Do I really have a crush on Stanley Barber? I feel so happy around him. He makes me laugh, and all I focus on is the moment I'm with him. Even though he is weird he is strangely cu-

I sit up, my face feeling warmer.

Holy shit, I have a crush on Stanley Barber.

Fuck me.