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Chapter 10: That Day

(y/n)

The tape was still there. It sat on the table, waiting for me to turn it back on. It had been three days since Sammy died in the hospital. I couldn't bring myself, yet, to watch it. I didn't want to be reminded of how my brother was taken away. I never wanted that reminder to be brought back into my head.

Tears escaped my eyes as I slowly unwrapped the glass broken arms from earlier this week. The bathroom door was closed behind me. My (d/h) hand grabbed the blade I had brought in when I first came in.

Sammy is gone. And it's all my fault. I never should have left him with my drunk brother at the front. I never should have assumed they wouldn't do such a horrifying thing. I never should have assumed... I just sat there as they hoisted him up... I just sat there as he dangled in that thing, screaming loudly.

It stings in my mind. Everything aches more than I can take. Everything aches more than I can imagine to ever feel...

I closed my eyes before opening them. My head was tilted down, the cold metal object against the healed scars from the glass. My fists gripped together before I slowly dragged it across, it slowly cutting the skin, ripping the emotional pain away and replacing it with physical.

It's still pain... but pain that I can cope with better...

Bit by bit, cut by cut, the pain from Sammy's death began to fade. Ten times wasn't enough... Nothing was enough... It was better than nothing... I switched the object into my opposite hand before doing the same process to my other fore arm. I winced, tears running down my face as it continued, I never wanted to stop it now.

I knew I would have to... I dropped the knife, the blood covering that splashing down into the drain. I hovered my arms over the sink, watching small droplets go down, down and away, like a part of my mind, PART of the pain, going down the drain.

After it stopped dripping, I pulled my arms up, running ice cold water over it. The water stung the cuts, burning even more before all the stained blood was gone from the sink and my arms. I grabbed new medical wrap and slowly wrapped my arms, going to tell Garroth that the cuts still weren't healed. He would believe that... he's just a dumb-ass blonde who doesn't give a care about anything but looking hot.

I slid the knife down into one of the cabinets to hide it, not wanting him to see it. Ever.

My mind was finally prepared to watch the video, the pain partially gone right now... I bit my lip as I walked out into the living room.

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Garroth was in the kitchen, cooking something, it being around five in the afternoon. Or maybe he isn't like all blonde guys. He's probably gay.

The thought made me laugh internally before I grabbed the camera and hooked it up to the TV.

"I'm not gay by the way, (y/n)." Garroth said from the kitchen.

"I never called you that." I said.

He chuckled, "I saw that look you gave me. Everyone that has been my friend has called me that once or twice."

"I'm not your friend."

"Okay. Then everyone that I've encountered." He corrected, looking at me.

I rolled my eyes, flipping him off before walking over to the TV again.

"I thought you said that your arms were healed up." He said, apparently seeing the bandages.

"They aren't. When I took this off, they started bleeding again." I shouted back, my back turned to him as I tried to hook something up behind the television stand.

He chuckled, "It only does that if you don't change the bandages every other day. You've been changing them all week."

"Well, my arms are just stupid then." I growled, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Garroth looked at me, lightly smiling, "They aren't stupid." He turned the stove off. "You just need to eat and drink more so you can actually heal."

I froze before anger boiled, "What did you say?" I said, my voice going low.

"You heard me." He said, not scared of my voice like he was before. "And don't shoot the messenger. You told me that yourself yesterday."

My fists went down to my sides and relaxed, that thought popping back into my mind, "Right..." I grumbled before turning away and grabbing the remote.

He went quiet as he continued doing his stuff. I sighed softly, sitting on the floor, grabbing the camera, and touching the play button.

The static came out before it went to show the outside of Freddy FazBear's Pizzeria. I quietly looked at it, curious.

"Wow... your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?" Corbin, one of my brother's friends, stated, him wearing a Bonnie mask.

My brother smirked, "It's hilarious." He said, his Foxy mask on, the mouth not moving when he spoke. "Why don't we help him get a closer look? He will love it."

Sammy whimpered, "no... please!"

They all just laughed, Sammy's body shaking as they encircled him.

"Come on guys, let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!" He chuckled before three of the four guys grabbed him and pulled Sammy up off the ground.

People around them didn't stop the group. Sammy cried and squirmed as he tried to wriggle away, him terrified once again. "No! I don't wanna go!" His crying rang out.

"You all heard the little man! He wants to get even closer!" His laughs went slower, the drunkenness stuck to the words like sour powder on a stick.

Sammy squirmed even more as his eyes went wider as they slowly got closer to the animatronics.

I stood up, my hands down, my eyes staring at the screen intently, my jaw dropped. Memories flooded back in.

"Hey guys. I think the little man said he wants to give FredBear a big kiss!"

Sammy started screaming, his body trembling as he violently grabbed their arms.

My legs and arms began going weak as he said: "On THREE! One... Two..."

Simultaneously, they lifted Sammy up.

Up and into the FredBear's open mouth...

Sammy was screaming and crying as FredBear's mouth was stuck open. The springlock suit. The springs were stuck again...

I ran over, trying to get him out.

Right as I got to him, before my arms could go up, all the springlocks in the head snapped down, crushing him.

"No!" I screamed, standing there before the rush of feet came from the other room, and the feeling of someone grabbing me as I started to crumble down.

My eyes were stuck on the screen as my figure tried as hard as it could to get him out, everything suddenly freezing when I was holding Sammy, holding his head almost together, my body turned to the source of the video feed.

I slowly looked away, looking away in disbelief.

The person that had come over was Garroth, the only person that could have...

I just laid there, him still holding onto me. I didn't care anymore...

Why couldn't that have been me...

Hey guys.
Everyone that DID read the part above, I am saying this:
All of the depression things that escalate over sadness, which is suicidal thoughts/self harm, I have never done that and I plan on not as well. That is how I think of it and, it's how I can imagine it... from... well, other people's descriptions of it and, I'm fairly good at imagining things.
That's really bad...
Oh Well. X3

I hope you guys liked this chapter and I will see ya all later.
-Alaina