Postgame DRV3

Guilt

!!SLIGHT DEREALIZATION+SWEARING!!

Kokichi POV

It was dark.

So dreadfully dark.

I sat in my bed, curled in a tiny ball. I don't know why but, everything that happened yesterday just felt rather unreal. I don't feel like it's possible to receive forgiveness after everything I've done.
I pulled my legs a bit tighter and buried my face in my knees with the overwhelming anxiety washing over me.

What if it wasn't real? What if I'm not actually awake? What if I'm dead?

...

What if...
I'm real..
But everyone else is just a hallucination?

Thoughts like these started flooding my mind, and I started to lose touch of what was real and what wasn't.

It was an awful feeling.

I was..

Scared.

Terrified, if you will.

I let my nails dig into my legs as my eyes widened and my grip on my own body grew overwhelmingly painful.

I felt safe though.

Until the voice came back.

You're such a pussy, you know. Tch, can't even handle the dark. Talk about a crybaby.

...

Nothing that comes from you ever makes sense. You're a dumbass. Right when people try to forgive you for the shit you did, you get all defensive and start bitching about it. Ungrateful little bitch. No wonder everyone left you to die.

...

What? Are you too scared to respond? Oh, give me a break. You know how tiring it is to put up with you and your bullshit EVERY SINGLE DAY?

I'm sorry.

Sorry? SORRY? Oh please.

I'm sorry. What do you want me to say then?

How about you shut up for once, hm? Or do I need to tell you again?

...

Thats what I thought. Now I feel like I need to remind you again since you're too dumb to remember it yourself, but you're worthless. No one gives two shits about you, and if you were to be on your death bed right now, no one would even bat an eye. Do you need me to remind you why?

I didn't want to be reminded again. I was a afraid of the guilt, but then again, that's on me isn't it?

Nothing? Fine then, you're tiring to put up with anyways.

...

I don't like when the voice comes back. It only brings dread, despair, even. The guilt was flooding through my mind and before I knew it, I felt an excruciating pain in my legs. I guess my grip was a bit too hard. Oh well.

Not like it matters anyways.

A/N
WOAH 2K READS? TYSM!! I'm sorry I haven't updated this since October, I haven't really had the motivation to write recently, but I really appreciate all the support!! If you haven't already, go drink some water and remember to take a break from your screen every once and awhile! Ily all sm!!

Sincerely,
Juno