@nostiron9157

1 year ago

Making stories for each songs!! All the things she said. (0:00-2:45.) TW: SH, swearing. You run into the forest, tears falling from your eyes. You grab the knife from your pocket, you hold onto it, trying to restrain yourself. 'Theres already so much.. Please..' You start crying, gripping onto it harder. You drop to the ground, curling in a ball. 'What have I done that's so bad? Please, free me.' You whisper to yourself. Thoughts start running through your head, such as, 'Do it..'*, *'Nobody will help.' and You're useless.' You sit up, and bring the knife to your arm, 'Fuck, no!' You drive the knife away, and you hear footsteps. Are you crazy now? What's gonna happen? Is it a wild bear? Before you process the thoughts, a little girl comes through the forest, black hair and a olden fashion. 'Fight it, please.' She whispers. Yuo stand up, it's the same girl from last time.. 'Leave me alone.' you turn around, facing her. 'Leave..me..alone!' you charge at her, attempting to stab her, but it just goes through her..what? 'What the fuck are you!' You yell, but she's already disappeared. (Sorry if it's bad, but more will be made!) TW: Sleep deprivation, swearing. It's 3 AM. You make the finishing touches of your project. It was worth around 30-35% of your grade. 'Dear.. it's already 3. I better get into bed, otherwise I'll be tired.' You drag yourself to bed, but can't the energy to sleep. You grab your phone from your desk and scroll through (Insert apps) almost endlessly, when you look at the clock again, you notice it's already 6. You drag yourself out of bed, brush your teeth and put your hair into a messy bun. You throw a hoodie and jeans on, and wait for time to go to school. You begin scrolling on your phone again, and you realize it's already 8. 'Why do I keep loosing so much sense of time? Fuck!' You rush out of bed, throw your backpack onto your shoulder and charge for the school. (Time skip a few hours later), Your head starts hurting near your temples, and you rub it. It begins to get more pericing. 'Y/N, your up!' The teacher called. I grabbed my project, and went up to the front of the class, 'So today, I'll be talking to you about the history of France- umm..' damn it, you forgot the lines. 'I uh- so France was originated in- July 8, 1978, or so.' damn it that's wrong! I studied and worked on this all night, why am I forgetting everything?! I looked up to see my crush, (name), and blush. 'Moving on..they..' (continued) I finally finished my project and sat down. The teacher walked up to the class. 'Good job, everybody!' She calls. I raise my hand, 'Mrs, may I go to the restroom?' I ask. 'Yes, you may.' She said, and I headed down to it. My headache was so bad, dammit! I sat in the stall, raising my hands to my face. My body started shaking, and I put my head to my knees. 'Why can't I be normal..' UNREALISTIC. (Maybe.) TW: SUICIDE, YANDERE BEHAVIOUR (??) It's 4:56 AM. You stare at the picture of /them./ You blush every time they run through your head, You hold onto your pillow, but you can't seem to take your eyes off the picture..*am I obsessed with them?* you ask yourself, No, it's just a little crush.. you tell yourself. time skip to morning*. You throw on a ton of makeup, and a high ponytail. You took your medication. You *know they are gonna be there. You must look perfect. 'Well, time for work.' You grab your phone and run out the door, to your work. As I walk in, you hear your crush groan. What? I thought he liked working with me..? You tell yourself. Probably just a daily customer. 'Next!' He called. I walked behind the counter and started doing others orders, while giving him the occasional stare at them. 'Hey, could you stop staring at me?' He said. 'Oh, right, sorry. It's just..I don't- I don't know..' I responded, looking down in embarrassment. *Had he really noticed? You question yourself. I continued staring at him, daydreaming. After the school day was done, I decide it's time. Time to tell him. I walk up to him, grabbing his hand "Hey..I uhm." He looked at I and something sparked. "I-I like you!" I said, panicked. You lifted your hand to your chest, looking up at them. "I-I'm sorry, I don't..feel the same." He said, walking off. Something shattered inside of you. You ran home crying. You flopped onto your bed, letting the tears stroll. You looked up, sobbing. You put your head to normal, looking at the bottle of pills on your desk. You grabbed them, pouring out multiple. I stared at them, coughing and sobbing. You swallowed them, and waited for the effects to kick in. You passed out, your heart stopping soon later.

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