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C.C stared at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, I never could sleep, I never wanted to sleep. Micheals scares weren't funny to me. Every night I had dreams about animatronics with millions and millions of teeth! I just want to disappear.
Why does he hate me so much? What have I done to him? What did I do to deserve this endless suffering? I thought as I felt the tears threanting to spill out of my eyes. I clenched my fredbear plush.
Atleast he had one friend.
I jumped as I heard my alarm go off. I got no sleep. Again. Not like its surprising. My eyebags were worsening everyday. Their brighter then my pale skin! I yawned quiet.y as I stepped out of bed. I slightly stumbled. The cuts on my thighs began to hurt. Like hell! I teared up as the pain was worsening. Just one que the masked asshole came.
"BOO!" he screamed in my ear, I shouted loudly as the tears began rolling down my face uncontrollably. "Haha! Your such a crybaby, man up would you? Your pathetic!" Micheal said as he slapped the back of my head. I just winced and sobbed. "L-leave me alone... please..." Micheal just grinned. "Why? You scared?" He said as he laughed at my saddening display of being manly. I just gave up and curled up into a ball as I blocked out his nonstopping taunts.
"HURRY UP! MY PANCAKES ARE GETTING COLD! DADDY WONT LET ME EAT UNTIL YOU COME DOWN!" Elizabeth shouted, I let out a breath. She called at the perfect time. Micheal just grabbed my hair and forced me to look up. "Don't think this is finished, crybaby." He said as he threw me to the ground and walked down. My head banged hardly against the cold floor. I rubbed the side of my head. "Fuck..." I whispered.
I sighed and just walked down. Sitting beside Elizabeth. She's loud. Too loud. Can everyone just shut up? It's so annoying.
"YES SO THEN I WALKED UP TO HER AND I-" William banged his hands against the table. "Elizabeth! Would you stop shouting? We are sitting at the same table! We can hear you just fine!" Elizabeths eyes widened, her smile dropped and tears began to form in her eyes. "S-sorry daddy..." She whispered as she quietly ate her pancakes.
Micheal scoffed. "Asshole." He mumured under his breath. William just glared at him.
I yawned quietly as I played with my food, I didn't have a appetite. My scars were hurting and my head was banging. I just wanted to lay in bed and hide from the world. "Are we boring you C.C?" William said with a passive aggressive tone. "W-what? No.. I'm just tired... Its the morning afterall..." I said as I refused to look at him, or anyone. I just kept my eyes plastered on the food infront of me.
Micheal rolled his eyes. "It seems your always tired, do you stay up all night crying or something? Your eyes look awfully red?" He said while grinning. I shivered. "N-no... I just.. I-" William rushed in before C.C could say his sorry excuse. "Is that any of your business Micheal?" Micheal just rolled his eyes. "Is it any of yours, 'Father'?"
I just want to leave. I hate Micheal. I hate dad. I hate Elizabeth. I hate myself. Please just shut the hell up and eat your food! I took a small bite of my food, I hated eating, it felt like a chore. Each time I held my fork up to my mouth I yawned. I winced slightly as the banging in my head got worser.
"Is something wrong C.C?" William asked, in a less aggressive. Genuine concern filled his tone. "No father... I just woke up with a headache is all..." I say as I continued forcing my self to eat. Please don't elaborate on your question. Please don't elaborate on your question. Please don't elaborate on your question. Please don't elaborate on your question. Please don't elaborate on your question.
"Is that so? Would you like some ibuprofen?" Normally I would say no... but my scars hurt like hell so I nodded. "Yes father." William got up to get some. Micheal grinned. "Your real good at keeping a secret crybaby." He mocked, Elizabeth looked confused. "Hm? What secret?" I just sighed. "Nothing Elizabeth. Continue eating."
Elizabeth chewed loudly.
Too loudly.
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I was getting too oversimulated by all the voices, jabs at me, chewing, stomping, forks, lawnmowers. Just everything was so loud. William finally came back with the ibuprofen. "Thank you father." I said flatly as I took the ibuprofen and chugged it down with some water.
It's finally time for school. I got up to 'ready my bag'. Really, I was just bandaging my cuts up from last night. I winced everytime I wrapped the bandage around my thigh. Why did it hurt so much? Is it infected? Whatever. I don't care. C.C just prayed no-one would walk in. He had no excuse and no lock. After C.C was finished wrapping the bandage around his thigh he looked in the mirror and washed his face with water. He glared at his reflection. I'm flithly. Disgusting. So ugly. Why do I look like this? I hate this body. When I die. Please. Let. Me. Be. Reborn. In. A. Prettier. And. Skinner. Body.
I picked up his bag and walked out the door. I insisted on walking to school even when my father had a car. I don't want to be around Micheal. Or Elizabeth. Or father. Or anyone really.
Cindy was waiting at the gate for me. "Where the hell were you? Now we are gonna be late because of you! Your so pathetic! Just hurry the hell up and let's get inside!" I listened to her insults. She is right, I am pathetic. I am the problem. Whatever, I need to worry about being late at the moment. "O-okay..." He walked faster into the building then he usually would, with Cindy's hand tighted around his wrist. He winced slightly but tried to force my face to make a normal expression.
We arrived at class.