The light of my life

Chapter 1

I'm on my bed. flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. It been 3 months since the incident with that.. terrible, terrible inkling, but I still can't get rid of the feeling. I haven't laughed in so long my lungs feel empty. Lately, I've been wearing nothing but dark, thing hoodies to cover up my body and my cuts. When people look at me I bury my head as far into my hood as I can in hopes that it will make me invisible.

His doings and my thoughts, bouncing around my head.. theres so many thoughts it makes my head heavy. My shoulders are tired from carrying my negativity like a backpack filled with bricks. I grunt as I struggle myself out of bed, and roll up my sleeves to reveal my cuts. I stare at them blankly as I feel my cheeks burning up.

"Do it." A voice whispers into my ear. I look around, nobody is there. 'Hmm...' I think 'Its my conscience. This is the right thing to do, right?' "Yes, very so!" The voice returns. "Its the only solution.. besides, there is no other way out~" I raise my gaze to the closet and shuffle my lowly self toward it. I open the closet door and take out my thick rope. Perfect. I knot the rope into a noose and hang it up to the ceiling fan. I drag a chair under it and stand upon it. "AAH!" I scream as the wooden chair breaks under me. 'Dang it Stella, you didn't even put the noose on and the chair has already broken!' I guess they could hear me from downstairs, because none other than Octelly, Octella, and Octoy show up.

"STELLA! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??" Octoy cried. He must of been seriously shocked after seeing what I just tried to do. Rumor has it he still has a crush on me after all these years. Octella and Octelly call for Octillary to come up as they lifted me to my feet and asked me if I'm okay, which I obviously wasn't.

Shit, I'm tearing up.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry.. sorry, sorry!" I repeat continuously between whimpers, gasps, and loud crying. I feel so bad... If I left them they would be almost as sad as I am alone. I looked down to my breasts, flashbacks of him gripping them and me screaming in dissent- I shake it off and come back to now. I'm just glad I didn't leave them. As long as they are happy, I am more that fine with carrying pain upon my back because... I love them.

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