You feel some sort of energy come from his hands and you watch as orange whisps of what looks like smoke dance around you, some of it absorbing into the bloody towel rags. "SHOWING YOU SOMEONE CARES MORE ABOUT YOU THEN YOUR SOUL." He removes his gloves and starts dragging his skeletal fingers through your hair, untying knots as he does so. He sighs and sits beside where your heads laying, gently dragging you to him and placing you head into his lap. Your head slumps onto his chest as he walks you into your loungeroom and gently puts you onto the couch. Without another word he places a hand on your back and the other wrapped around your legs, effortlessly picking you up. You wince continuously but you don't move, your to weak to even try. He brings the strips of broken cloth over to you and starts tying it to your arms, one over the wound and another higher up and tighter. Your voice is weak and shaky and it only seems to make him go faster with his tearing. Then he looks at your bleeding wrists, quickly he runs to the nearby cupboard and starts tearing up a thin towel. He crouches down and lifts your face, his black eye sockets looking into your eyes.
Suddenly the door opens to show a tall skeleton with orange boots, white body and a red scarf look frightingly down at your bleeding body. You feel a bit of blood from the knife splat onto your face, you wonder how the monsters will see your bloodless body once somebody finds you. Again you pick up the bloody knife with a shaking hand but it drops to the ground with a clang as your no longer strong enough to hold it. You hear stomping around your loungeroom and hallway, whoever it is they seem to be frantically searching for something, it's probably a monster about to steal your stuff. Your head aches with the world spinning around you but you recognise the voice, not able to pin it to a face. Blood splattered on the floor and the white sink beside you, you always liked the coldness that bathrooms seem to have. You shakily pick it up again with your bleeding hand and wait for it to become stable enough to slash at your other hand, once again screaming and dropping the knife. You brought it up to your wrist and slashed at it without a second thought, a streak of blood splattered the wall beside you as you scream and drop the knife, watching blood drip onto the floor. Your not waiting for the shake to happen, the knife in your shaking hand will fix that. The thoughts filled your mind like an over filled cup, a slight shake and it'll all fall out. 'Will they stab me in the back when i'm not looking?'
Day after day in the Underground has been filled with thoughts. First your mother left you alone with your abusive father who directed all his rage onto hitting you, then you fell down a hole where a homicidal plant waited for you. The world around you has been pushing you down all your life and now you can no longer handle any of it. I don't recommend suicide as an answer for depression or any other mental illness'. Warning: Will have depressing scenes and suicidal thoughts/actions.
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