Tw: self harm

I slowly open my eyes thinking of last night
Welp at least no one cares enough about me to even care that I stormed off
I get up and go over to my dresser where I take out a small orange bottle
Anxiety pills....
I shake a couple into my hand and swallow them
Without water or anything
They taste awful but I don't really care
I grab my jacket out of my closet and slip it on
I go over to my mirror and put on my eye shadow
I stare at myself for bit in the mirror pressing my baggy clothes to my skin
I sighed sadly
Then I stumble over to my door, I grab the knob but then I stop myself
I mean.... they don't like me anyways so
What's the point of coming out
I don't want to be insulted and pushed away anymore like I have been every time I go down there
I walk back over to my bed and sit down as a small wave of pain washes over me and I clench my bed sheets regretting listening to the voices in my head
I glanced around my room before leaning across my bed to my bedside table and grabbing my headphone and phone
I put on a random MCR playlist and let out a long sigh
After a while probably hours I don't really know
I heard shuffling and talking from behind my room
My side of the mind palace
I let out a groan of frustration and slight anger
I get up and shuffle over near the wall and press my ear against it
"...-then where's Anxiety?" I hear Thomas finish a sentence I couldn't hear the beginning of
I clench my fist and sink up into the relatively small dark area
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!?" I shout as rage fills my eyes and a small jolt of pain shoots through my chest from the pills I took earlier
Fear jolted through everyone's face and they all screamed...... in unison..... I thought they were looking for me Why are they scared
My anger fades to just annoyance