Author's Note:
Hello wonderful people! I just wanted to say that this is a more depressing chapter, as one might be able to assume from the title. Also, I just wanted to say to anyone that needs to hear this: Self Harm is never the answer Every will go through something very, very hard in their life. Some of us take it too hard, though. Some of us will go as far as to try to take our own lives. You shouldn't ever try to do that, never. Self Harm and Suicide won't fix anything. Anyways, I hope everyone likes this chapter. Enjoy!
JHpacigeno109
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Frisk awoke. She heard the creaking of a ladder. Light footsteps rung into the darkness. A door groaned as it was opened. Light shed from the area between the door and wall. The door was shut. Frisk knew that this was Chara. What was she doing? Frisk got out of her bed and followed after Chara. She had gone into the restroom.
"Ow..." Frisk heard Chara painfully mutter. A couple of minutes passed. "AAAaagh!" Chara yelped. Frisk grew very, very nervous. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow..." Chara kept saying. What was she doing?" Frisk waited for ten more minutes. Chara opened the door. There was blood all over her hands and some sprayed on her face. She looked at Frisk. She hid something behind her back.
"Chara, are you okay?" Frisk quickly asked.
"Why do you ask?" Chara said. You could tell she was holding in an 'Ow' because of her facial expression.
"You have blood all over your hands and face," Frisk said.
"I do?" Chara asked. She went to the mirror. Frisk saw what she was holding.
Her Knife.
"Chara, what were you doing?" Frisk asked.
"Just... Using the restroom?" Chara suggested. Chara was an even worse liar that Flowey.
"You're bad at lying, Chara," Frisk said.
"No, I wasn't doing anything!" Chara lied.
"Then, why do you have your knife?" Frisk asked.
Chara hung her head. "I was hurting myself..."
"Where? how bad?" Frisk was worried.
"I just cut my arms a tiny bit..." Chara cried. Frisk didn't trust her.
"Could you please roll up your sleeve, Chara?" Frisk asked.
"No!" Chara yelled.
"Please..." Frisk asked.
"I won't let you!" Chara screamed.
Frisk tackled Chara and tried to roll her sleeve up. Chara refused. Frisk kept Chara on the ground and pulled out her phone. Who would Chara listen to that could get here quick? Sans. She pulled out her phone and called him. He didn't answer. Frisk called Papyrus.
"HELLO, FRISK IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?" Papyrus said.
"Hi Papy! Could you get Sans to the Ruins?" Frisk asked.
"SURE! WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Papyrus saod.
"Well, uh, Papyrus, I don't think you should come. It's about Chara, and, well, you wouldn't take it well at all..." Frisk said.
"OH. OKAY. SANS'LL BE THERE SOON," Papyrus sadly said. He hung up. In less than five minutes, Sans showed up.
"Hi Sans. Could you hold Chara for a moment? I'm going to go get Toriel. Make sure she doesn't have her knife," Frisk said. Sans nodded and held Chara up by her soul. Her bloody knife was on the floor. Chara started to sob. Frisk ran to Toriel's room.
"Urk.. My child is everything okay...?" Toriel said.
"It's Chara!" Frisk said. Toriel quickly stood and came with Frisk to the restroom.
The bloody, floating Chara was now sobbing and screaming. "You don't need to see!"
"see what?" Sans asked.
"Is everything alright?" Toriel asked.
"She admitted that she had cut her arms. She wouldn't let me see. I thought that this was important enough to get help. Toriel could you hold her arms apart?" Frisk asked. Toriel did so.
Frisk rolled up Chara's sleeves. Chara's arms were still covered up by her sleeves, but her forearms were bloody and had tens of cuts on them. Frisk started to cry. Why... Why would Chara do this?
"Chara, can we remove your shirt to see all of your other cuts?" Frisk asked. Chara reluctantly nodded. After removing Chara's shirt, they saw the entirety of the cuts that Chara had inflicted on her arms. There had to be hundreds. Both the humans were sobbing.
"I did it to help myself learn. . ." Chara sobbed. Frisk rolled up one of her pant legs. There were cuts on her legs too. Chara was the person from Frisk's dream...
Frisk replayed her dream and counted each cut. Three-hundred forty-one cuts on her arms. Thirteen on each leg. Three-hundred sixty-seven cuts total. Why would Chara do something like that?
"Do you hate yourself that much Chara? Are we that bad? Why did you cut yourself around four hundred times?" Frisk sobbed.
"YES I FREAKING HATE MYSELF! WHY CAN'T YOU COME TO TERMS WITH THAT! I'LL NEVER LOVE MYSELF, I'LL NEVER LIKE MYSELF! I'LL ONLY EVER HATE MYSELF!" Chara screamed.
"kiddo, I'm gonna leave you here to talk with frisk. also, i'm confiscating this," Sans said, grabbing Chara's bloody knife. He shortcut away with it. Chara fell to the ground. She grabbed her shirt and put in back on. She pulled up her pant leg.
"NO! Let me kill myself! It'll end my suffering!" Chara sobbed.
"I shall wait outside, my children. You two seem to figure things out between you the best," Toriel said. She hurried out of the room.
"Chara, please list-" Frisk started.
"I won't listen, OKAY? It seems that you weren't listening to me! I said I'LL ONLY EVER HATE MYSELF! AND THAT'S THE TRUTH! FRISK, WHEN WILL YOU FREAKING SEE THAT I CAN'T CHANGE! I CAN'T BECOME A BETTER PERSON! Every damn night, I see myself killing everyone over and over... and I hate it. I hate every single aspect of myself. I hate what I've done. I hate what I'm doing. I hate what I'm going to do. That's why I'm going to Try And KILL MYSELF!" Chara screamed.
"Chara, let me give you a hug, it'll help. Trust me," Frisk said.
"No!" Chara sobbed as she punched Frisk really hard across the face. Frisk coughed up blood. Chara froze. What had happened? Chara fell to the ground sobbing. Frisk realized what had happened. Chara's LOVE increased.
"Chara..." Frisk said.
"No."
"But Chara, you need to-" Frisk started to say. She was also sobbing now.
"I'M LEAVING! I'M GOING TO GO AND KILL MYSELF!" Chara screamed. She stood up and ran out the door. Chara shoved Toriel to the side. Frisk and Toriel patiently followed Chara, who ran into the living room. Frisk watched Chara shove her hand into the fire, which wasn't real. Chara went to the tools and tried to take one out. She failed. Chara ran into the kitchen.
"Chara, please listen to me..." Frisk pleaded.
"WHERE ARE THE KNIVES!" Chara sobbed. She turned and ran past Frisk and Toriel, who continued to follow her. They had to run now, but Chara had already gotten out. She was already at the canal. She and Franklin were departing somewhere already. Frisk and Toriel waited until Franklin came back.
"Tra la la. Where to today, Toriel and Frisk?" Franklin asked.
"Wherever Chara went," Frisk quickly said. She needed to help her sister, whatever the costs.
