(Hello my fellow human beings who are sad alone and want to read stories, decided to shift the story back to what it was intended to be, not in OC story which is pretty stupid if you ask me, but a Radiodust sad story. From now on all of my oc's are going to be erased from the story, I don't know where this is going to go but I hope you guys don't die on me and start hating me, anyway I'm gonna start the story because rambling is not the good things, beginning now!)
Angel's sitting in his room, with his knees up to his chest. His brain keeps on lingering around that experience
In and out, in and out, tears falling down his face as he's being forced into sex.
Tears start to flow down the spider demons face, he starts to Scooch back to the wall and the board off is bed, his mind starts to cloud filling mostly with negative thoughts "you had it comeing!!" "It was inevitable with your career" "I bet you liked it you slut" he starts to cry even more, and starts hyperventilating. He starts shaking and feeling nauseous.
"Oh, OH SHIT-" angel gets up from his bed and stumbles to the floor, crawling to the door that leads to the hallway. He reaches for the handle, helping himself up and opens the door and steps out.walking through the hall, starting to get light headed. Angel falls to the side, leaning on the wall for support he stumbles to the bathroom.
Opening the bathroom door, he falls to the floor right away, crying in pain. thinking no one can hear him, he screams, "STOP IT HURTS!!!!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!" He crawls over to the toilet to throw up. He throws up into the toilet making his insides hurt like hell. The door starts to open.
"H-hey angel?" Charlie walks in and Neals next to him. "Ch-Charlie...." angel starts to cry more and hugs Charlie
"Tell me what's wrong"
HELLO!!!! HOW ARE YOU!!!! I'm good-ish and uhhhh existence is the worst thing to do in 2020 soooo BYE-
(361 wards)
