Sorry if there is spelling errors I can't spell go easy on me . ☺️
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I'm sitting in bed when suddenly I hear yelling coming from outside of my window, looking out my window I see a bunch of people screaming at me if they were even people in the first place.
It hurt my ears so much I swear I felt blood running out of one of them.
"YOUR A HORE""I HATE YOU" " YOU'RE SO FAT".
After a while they stop yelling it hurts so much but I know those things are true, at least they felt true, it seemed every time I would have these dreams it feels like it was bringing out my thoughts I had on myself.
"Hahahaha" they would laugh at ME, over time it got louder ,and louder ,AND LOUDER!!
stop MAKE IS STOP!!!
what's that beeping noise?
it's getting louder,"BEAP BEAP BEAP BEAP".
" AAaah..o it was just a dream, I feel so stupid".
I got up groggy and angry because I had another nightmare, and along with that low and behold I have another migraine.
I walk to the bathroom and open the cabnet located behined the mirror in the bathroom.
I look thru the assortment of pills, i had 2 of which i alway hade on hand wen going to school (The the antidepressant and the anxiety relievers), thay always did the trick when I was freaking out.
I looked and "aha" there was the aspirin right next to the Benadryl.
I took afue and walked into my room i look like shit my (h/l) (h/c) hair had knoted up and my (e/c) eyes had huge bags underneath them, i looked like i was hit by a bus.
I disided it was time to get dresed after fixing my hair, i put on a 3 sizes to big (f/c) hoodie 'for comfort', with some black sweats , finishing it of with army styl boots and my(f/h)(favorit hat if you want), Im for the day.
"(Y/n) come downstairs i have breakfast ready" my dad shouts from down stars.
Ever since my mom died my dad took up the cooking and cleaning in the house he wasn't bad at it either it's just im bulimic and i cant really keap my food down even if i try.
but obviously he doesn't know, i dont want him to worry even more about me.
I head downstars and sit at the tabel to 'eat' my food when my dad isn't looking i give it to my pet corgi Pepsi he is the best.
Well i grab my bag and head out the door as fast as i can so that i dont have to give my dad a huge, im not really a touchy feely type of person unless im close to theme, and give them the okay.
I see the bus and quickly get on and sit in the back, getting ready to head on out to south park hight.
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south park Michel x depresed reader
FanfictionWARNING this in a stor that has SELF HARM, LEMON and SUISIDEL THOTS if thos thing triger you or make you un comfterbul then dont read you have bean warned. Also DISCLAIMERi do not own south park or eny the characters in it i sugest you wach the show...