Hello everyone, nightmareking here with another new story for you guys. I was going to put this in my one-shot collection, but after putting some heavy thought into it, I realized that it'll be better to give it a story all its own. This is rated for a few reasons and also I got the idea from multiple comic strips, so…credit goes to the artists of those comics. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I'm going to make it multi-chaptered. Enjoy the first chapter. Also there will be no dialog in this chapter and it may seem confusing, but questions will be answered in the second chapter.
Lincoln Loud sat on his bed, his shoulders slumped over and his head hung down as he heard the voices of his parents and sisters coming from downstairs. He shook as he heard them speak of him in a negative manner and tears began to blur his vision. He bit his lip as the tears slid down his cheeks before he stood up and slammed the door closed, ignoring the yell from his mother.
The sun had set and darkness swept over the city like a blanket. Lincoln looked up from his bed and heard the lights to the hall flick off and the doors leading to his sisters' rooms close. He stood up and opened the door before poking his head out into the hall to see no light emitting from the rooms. He frowned before he stepped back into his room and quietly closed the door behind him.
Walking over to his dresser, he opened the top drawer and pulled out several pieces of paper, a pen and two small bottles before sitting back down on his bed and took a deep breath before he began scribbling on the paper.
Folding the papers up, he set them on top of his dresser before looking around his room before picking up his beloved stuffed animal Bun-Bun and held it close as he let out a shaky sigh. He looked out the window and saw dark storm clouds rolling above the city. Narrowing his eyes, he set Bun-Bun on the bed and opened one of the bottles, dropping to blue pills onto the palm of his hand and set the bottle down on his dresser. Opening the other bottle, he put the pills in his mouth before drinking the contents of the bottle.
Lincoln dropped the bottle as he began panting and the room began spinning. Lincoln fell onto the bed as he gasped for air. He looked over at Bun-Bun as his breathing began to get shallow. A single tear rolled down his cheek before he closed his eyes.
Okay, I said there was going to be no dialog in this chapter and I meant it. Also, not only am I writing this because of the comic strips I've seen, but someone close to me is dealing with some issues and I want to show them what'll be like if they were to carry out something like this.
Enjoy everyone and please let me know what you all think.