Eridan can only wrap himself his soft bed and try not to cry. his father hated him. Called him a bastard child. Threw glass bottles at him screaming how much of a piece of shit he is. Its not real...please just be another nightmare.
But he felt his hot tears on his cheeks to confirm his fears. He wasn't an Ampora...no...he was just a bastard child. He couldn't stop crying the tears kept flowing uncontrollably. he can hear someone screaming.
But who?
Oh..hahaha. That was his voice. He looked at his hands they were shaking and trembling, he couldn't even grip the bed sheets anymore.
He stood up slowly. wiped his tears. slowly started walking to his dresser. he slowly opened a drawer. But not any drawer...no. this drawer was a painful reminder of his stupidity, and failures. He squeezed his eyes shut but never stopped his actions. this isn't real. i'm not doing this. i'm a fuckin' high class ampora. an ampora would never do this! no. no. He bit his lip when he felt the cool metal at his fingertips.
this isn't real. no this a dream. all a stupid dream. i'm gonna wake up and laugh at this in the morning. He felt more hot tears flow down his cheeks. he quickly open his eyes and grab the stupid knife and positioned it on his arm. just fuckin' do it already...get it over with...please.
He slowly gingerly pressed the knife on his arm. He pressed the knife to his arm, but not hard enough to cut. His hands started shaking. stop it! stop being a fuckin' baby! get this over with and go to bed!
He hissed when the knife bit into his arm. He looked down and saw some of his bright red blood drip down his arm. He started to remember everything.
The painful memories hit him one by one like a bullet going through his chest. he screamed and started to frantically cutting his arm, cutting everything painful with the beautiful metal knife now glisten with red blood.
...his red blood.
he stopped.
drop the knife.
He could heard a clatter of metal on the floor...It sounded just like his heart shattering...into nothing. He collapsed into the hard wood ground.
this is not...
He stopped. he knew this was hopeless. he cut himself. he was a bastard child. he had nothing. not even his dignity. no...he is nothing.
Looking up he saw the moon. Howw beautiful its a full moon. I could only wwish to be that...perfect.
"are you lonely?"
His voice was small and cracked. he tried again.
"up there in the sky alone? forced to wwatch us...your probably laughin right? I mean you saww everythin'...im pathetic right?"
The moon didn't reply just glisten in beauty. ok...really? its a moon! it wwont reply to you...its not alive...not only are you pathetic...but stupid to.
He sighed in frustration...and closed his eyes...and started to drift into much needed slumber.
Hopefully i wwont wwake up...