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Groaning in agony and confusion, I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired to leave me in such dire discomfort. It felt as though a dentist had clumsily attempted to clean my teeth with a chainsaw, sending sharp, searing sensations throughout my mouth.

The relentless stinging and throbbing pain radiated from my gums to my teeth and tongue, imbuing every movement with misery. As I cautiously surveyed my surroundings, the harsh reality hit me - I found myself sprawled on the unforgiving kitchen floor, my clothes saturated with blood that painted a grim picture of the ordeal I had endured.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air, offering a stark reminder of the trauma that had unfolded within those familiar walls. Each breath I took seemed to resonate with the echoes of excruciating agony that lingered in my every fiber, leaving me grasping for answers in the midst of this surreal nightmare.

Tord, Tom, and Edd were huddled close around me, their faces a stark canvas of panic and horror. Edd tenderly supported my head on his lap, his touch a calming me slightly.

Tom's swift actions came to the forefront as he grasped the medical kit, fumbling slightly yet determined as he secured medical tape over my mouth. My gaze, a mixture of fear and confusion, flickered between the three of them, seeking reassurance in their frantic movements

I lowered my gaze towards my mouth, and that's when I noticed it was completely covered in bandages, tightly wrapped around as a little bit of blood seeped through, not too much though. It was a startling sight that triggered a rush of memories flooding into my mind, causing me to immediately sit up, my breath quickening into panicked hyperventilation.

Trying to sit upright felt like a daunting task given the hinderance of the tightly bound bandages. This moment of realization, the vivid imagery of my own bandaged mouth, brought forth a sense of unease and disorientation that felt overwhelming. The sensation of being so constricted by the bandages heightened my feeling of vulnerability, as if I were trapped and unable to fully grasp the magnitude of what had happened to me.

The combination of physical discomfort and the sudden onslaught of memories made for a disorienting and emotionally charged moment that left me struggling to make sense of it all.

Tord took a hold of my shoulders and proceeds starts to shake me violently. Trying to snap me out of my panic trance. "...Y/N!...ITS OKAY! ITS OKAY!..ITS JUST US-!..." Which ended up him getting kneed in the chest by mistake. Knocking the wind out of him. Making the man collapse onto me. Noticing, I had just knocked him out. I finally stopped freaking out. When realizing I was back in reality. Thankfully not for long, but he still held onto my body trying to comfort me.

Edd caressed my face delicately. Shushing me quietly as if I wear a child crying to his parent. Tears ran down my face. Everything broke inside me. Every bit of strength I had in me collapse this very second. Hot tears poured out and started to soak the bandages.

Feeling utterly drained and exhausted, my body and soul overwhelmed by an unrelenting weariness. This burden of weariness has enveloped me like a suffocating shroud, leaving me utterly fatigued.

The constant uncertainty of what is true and what is not has become an incessant source of distress, clouding my thoughts and sapping my strength. Day after day, I find myself grappling with the unbearable torment that has become my reality. Each passing moment is a relentless battle for survival, a struggle that consumes every fiber of my being.

And amidst all this turmoil, I cannot deny the heavy weight of pretense that I carry, the facade I uphold to shield myself from the relentless onslaught of emotions that threaten to engulf me. The unending facade of indifference that I maintain, desperate to fend off the consuming waves of distress that threaten to drown me.

The exhausting charade of pretending that all is well, when in truth, every fiber of my being aches with the weight of this burden. The exhausting pretense that I put up, a facade to mask the deep-seated pain that gnaws at the core of my existence. This profound weariness, the bone-deep exhaustion that defines my every waking moment, a relentless reminder of the tribulations that I endure with every breath I take.

I hiccuped uncontrollably, the sound mingling with my sobs that wracked my entire body. Edd, his expression filled with compassion, continued to rub my face gently, a gesture soothing in its familiarity. Meanwhile, Tom's concerned gaze never wavered from me, his eyes reflecting the depth of his worry.

As I clenched my fists, the sting of disinfectant on my hands served as a harsh reminder of the ordeal that had transpired. Each shard of glass extracted felt like a physical manifestation of the emotional pain I was going through. Despite the physical discomfort, it paled in comparison to the internal turmoil consuming me.

In that moment, as the tears streamed down my cheeks and my heart felt heavy with despair, it was evident that I had reached a breaking point. The overwhelming flood of emotions threatened to engulf me entirely, leaving me feeling raw and exposed in my vulnerability.

....H..e...h...

But just because I break doesn't mean I can't fix myself back up. I'm not giving up that easily though, even when faced with challenges that seem insurmountable.

I've dealt with this frustrating, exhausting bullshit for way too long, and frankly, I've reached my breaking point. I'm sick of the constant struggles and setbacks that have plagued me. It feels like no matter how hard I try, how many times I attempt to pick myself up, it all still leads to failure.

But amidst the despair and repeated disappointments, there is a glimmer of hope that fuels my determination to persevere. I refuse to let these hardships define me or dictate my future.

...h..e .h...e..h

..H..A...H..A..H..A..!!!!

..H..A..H...A..H...AA..!!!!

YOU HEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!! YOU CAN TRY ALL YOU WANT!!

I'M STILL STANDING MOTHER FUCKER!

I'M STILL ALIVE!!!

H.A.H.A.H.A!!

...ahhh...

..Still alive~

....If you really want me dead...?

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Come and get me, bitch.

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I know this chapter was small. I apologize. I'm very sick rn. But I hope you enjoy...also thank you Dreaming_Reatily for this terrifying masterpiece!!

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