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"HoNk... HONK" I could here him, but where was he? Oh gog, he just killed all my friends and I was next! I could smell blood; metallic and overpowering. "WeLcOmE To tHe dArK CaRnIvAl MOTHER FUCKER!" He was right next to me, screaming in my ear. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my side and a warm liquid soaking my shirt. He stabbed me! This is how I would die. At the hands of someone I once called a friend. Tears were pouring from my eyes, making my face and collar wet. A warm, wet something ran up the tear trail, wiping it off. Her licked the tears off my face. That sick bastered! He probably got off on seeing me bleed, covered in dirt! The blindfold covering my eyes was suddenly ripped off my face.
"Please, Gamzee, please just let me go!" I cried, not bothering to look for cat puns in my words. He laughed and pulled his fist back.
"I DoN'T ThInK So nEp-sIs." He whispered just before slamming his fist back into my face. I felt blood trickle out of my lip and down my chin. But a bruise and a bloody lip would be the least of my worries soon.
"HONK MOTHERFUCK-"
I woke with tears streaming down me face, screaming. Two nurses came running in, ready to sedate me. I stopped screaming and put my face in my hands. One of the nurses walked over to me and started patting my back.
"Shh, it's okay honey, calm down your alright." I had been doing this for the past five days: having a nightmare and waking up screaming and crying. But the doctor told me that this was understandable, normal, even. I was almost murdered. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, shuddering.
"I'm okay, I'm alive, I'm here, I'm real," I repeated over and over, trying to convince myself. I only got a collective hour of sleep for the rest of that night, which was filled with nightmares.
The next morning was filled with talking to doctors and a visit from my mom, Meulin. She brought cloths, books, mangas, and my favorite stuffed cat with two mouths. She was crying and hugging me and telling me how much she loved me. I cried too. It was nice. She stayed with me all day, even when the doctors came in to check on my various wounds (one stab to the stomach, one in the arm, and too many cuts and bruises to count). After she left, I stayed up all night, not wanting to bring upon more nightmares.
Two weeks later it was a Friday, and they decided I was healthy enough to leave, but they wanted to send me to a mental hospital. As I was getting on the stretcher to leave, I remembered that Terezi was coming home from her trip to Canada today, meaning she would have to find out, but also meaning that I could see the only friend I had left.