You wake up to see that it's the next day. Inspecting yourself closely, you see that you're completely unharmed. It was just your imagination.
You get up and stare outside of your window. There's nothing by the tree, it's completely empty.
You walk out of your room to see the door to your parents room slightly open.
Y/N: uh, Mom?
No response.
She hadn't left her room in days.
You walk to the door and try to look inside but see nothing.
A weird smell came from inside the room, almost like.. rotting flesh?
Y/N: M-Mom?
You take a deep breath and open the door a bit more and turn the light on to see-
You slam the door shut and close your eyes. Why did this have to happen? Why now? You call the police and explain everything. You feel like you want to cry but you're not able to. You have no expression.
You spend your time waiting for them, staring at your ceiling. You hear your friends walking away from your house, assuming you're just sick or something. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.
You hear a voice inside your head.
"kill yourself."
You pick up a knife and grasp the handle tightly in your hand.
You hear the police banging on the door behind you.
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
"do it"
You bring the knife closer to your chest.
The banging gets more and more intense.
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
"When you do this, it'll be all over. You won't need to suffer anymore. It will be okay."
You start to cry as you push the blade into your chest. You watch as blood starts pouring out onto the floor around you.
As you watch the blood flow, you regret what you did. You could have just waited for the police. You didn't have to do this.
As your vision fades to black, you catch a glimpse of the police running into the house.