Triggers ahead.
⚠️ Self harm ⚠️
⚠️ Negative thoughts ⚠️
Please be careful.
Drink water, and stay safe.
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Get.
Out.
Get.
Out.
Get.
Out.
He pounded his fists against his head harder, and harder. Rantaro struggled to hold Kokichis small body. The panic attack was getting worse.
Reality finally managed to set in.
And God fuck. It hurt.
Kill yourself.
SHUT UP.
You're worthless regardless.
THERE IS NO PROOF. I HAVE WORTH.
Then tell me, what is your worth?
He couldn't find a way to solve his thoughts, to argue against it.
Rantaro silently brushed his fingers through Kokichis hair, muttering soft gentle phrases that Kokichi was blocking out on.
Kokichi yanked his way out of Rantaros arms, and running to be left alone.
Where to?
Kokichi was uncertain.
No one needs you.
You cut your string.
Your soulmate probably hates you.
I hate you.
I hate me too.
Kokichi dropped onto his knees, screaming in frustration as tears swam through his eyes. His short nails scratching, and scratching, and scratching against his thighs.
No one can trust you.
This is your fault.
You put on a mask.
And you can't even keep it on.
Get.
Out.
Get.
Out.
Get.
Out.
Get.
Out.
If you want me out, there is only one way to do that.
Kokichi bit onto his lip, biting harder and harder, his nails scratching more and more, tearing through his skin.
Kokichi was sobbing, banging his head into the wall, as nurses rushed over trying to help, give him sedatives, anything.
He could see some of his..
Friends.
Staring at him.
They are embarrassed to know you.
They don't like me.
They never liked me.
I'm a failure.
I can't keep on my mask.
Maybe I should just die.
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I'm so sorry for like- no posts for a day or two, but I'm sorta back for some short angst.
I will update my Zombie au book, then probably disappear for a day or two. I'm so tired and I need sleep.
So byebye! Stay safe everyone, please! I'll update this tomorrow or the next day (hopefully)!