-Hiccups POV-

Morning.

I woke up. I felt a bit tired and kind of cold. I still haven't opened my eyes, I was enjoying the last few minutes I had of sleep. I felt way to tired today, I really didn't feel like moving or basicly doing anything today.

I rolled to the top so I could be facing the ceiling, and I slightly opened my eyes.

I could see the warm morning sunlight entering thought my window. I saw the dust particles shining in the sunlight moving freely with the wind. It was a beautiful day.

When I wanted to reach up and sit up in my bed I suddlently heard a noise from the outside. They were heavy footsteps, like someone claiming up the stairs. I knew immediately that it was none other than my Father, Stoick The Vast.

Not long after my mind started racing back on what happened the day before. I yelled at my father and I got mad. Well more than mad I got furious. I really regret doing that, yelling at my father and telling him to leave was not like me at all, I really want him to know how sorry I am.

I quickly got in bed and put the sheets on top of my body. My father entered the room.

He slowly opened the door and glanced at me.

"Son, are you alright. Is it ok if I come in." He said.

"Yeah, of course you can" I said with no hesitation.

My father just simply nodded and entered the room.

"Son about Yesturday-"

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I just felt a little angry" I cut him off.

"No son it's ok, I actually understand why you yelled at me and why you felt that way, it's ok everything is fine"

Well that was surprisingly easy. I bearly had to say anything to get myself noticed. That's never happened before.

"Are, you hungry?" My father continued.

I just simply shook my head gesturing a obvious 'no'.

"Son, please you have to eat something, you've been in a come for 3 days, that's way to much time without eating"

I wasn't even being my usall stubborn self. I was just simply not hungry. I really just don't want to eat.

I shook my head again. "I'm not hungry"

My father just let out a heavy sigh. "Fine, maybe not now but you will eat later" My father demanded.

"Son, today please awnser my question."

At first I didn't know what this my father was talking about. Then I suddenly realized and knew what he was talking about. He wants to know why I attempted suicide.

"Why did you do it son. Why did you attemp to take your own life." He started of.

Her goes nothing...

"Dad I...I did it beacause I have no purpose. I did beacause I thought the world was against me, I thought everyone was against me. I thought I would be everyone a big favor by just Dying...It was a simple solution...Just Dying."

"Hiccup, my boy, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. You Hiccup are the most important thing in my life, Son I'm not the only person that misses you. The entire village has been grieving and mourning ever since the news started spreading, no one could get anything done without thinking of you."

His awnser was a bit shocking. And a little crazy.

"Dad I know your sorry... But this little incident is not gonna be easily forgotten. This will just double the teasin and the name-calling."

"No it won't son. Everyone deeply regrets everything they've done to you. And don't worry about the teasing and the name-calling. They won't do that anymore. Especially not the 5 Nightmares"

Yeah...Wait...WHAT!?

How the hell does he know I call all the teens the 5 nightmares. I only wrote that in my journal witch I kept well hidden in the closet. He couldn't have read it...or could he.

I looked around the room to find some sort of clue. And Boy did I find one.

I looked in the bottom drawer witch is where I keep all my cutting daggers and my favorite cutting knife. It was open. Oh, My, Thor.

He knows I CUT. Well this has been the worst experience of my life.

I looked at the floorboard where I keep my poems in. It was also open. The papers were not inside. And he knows I write stuff about suicide.

Grate...Just Grate.

Then finally I looked at what shocked me the most. In my desk there was my journal. It was open. All my suicidal thoughts, the drawing of angels and Valhalla. All my suicide plans. HOLY CRAP.

My father noticed where I was looking at and said...

"We decided to have a full investigation."

"Find anything interesting" I said bearly above a whisper.

"Actually we did, we found the small drawer where apperently you keep all your self-harm tools. We found your suicide poems. And everything else in your journal. But the most interesting thing we found was a very small, and super sharp dagger in the edge of your closet, in your journal you just said it was plan B"

"Ummm...yeah if hanging didn't work then I was..uh..gonna...slit my wrist in my closet" I said with both weirdness and embarrassment.

"What's are those scars on your wrist from?"

"Well.. When you cut it kinda leaves a mark"

My father let out a heavy sigh.

He placed his index finger in my chin and pulled up, forcing me to look at him.

"Hiccup no more cutting" My father said firmly.

I nodded.

That wasn't exactly a promise I was planning on keeping. I don't know for how long I can take without cutting. Like I said in my journal,its an uncontrollable urge and I just can't stop.

"A healer is coming over to check you out. Gothi obviously. Then later today one of her assistance is coming to look at your scars, does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah, I guess"

"Good, I'm going out. I won't be gone fore long. . .This. Bed. Understand"

"Yes, sir" I said sarcastically while raising my arm and putting it on the side of my head. Like a respectful greeting.

"Alright see you in 20 minutes"

"Alright"

He gestured a goodbye greeting and left.

Well nothing to do now. Just lay here. Thinking about Nothing. Doing nothing. Looking at nothing but my ceiling.

Nothing.

Yup, absolutely nothing.

Just me alone in this room.

Staring at the ceiling.

No one to talk to.

Just me alone in this room.

With nothing.

With no one.

Yup,

Alone...

Nothing...

Until the memory came to my mind like a lightning bolt.

Oh. My. Fucking. Gods.

"Oh no. Oh Thor. Oh my Gods. I can't believe I forgot."

I have to get out of here but how?.

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Well, you lik huh huh. Guys a little spoiler for the storie.

For all toothless fans. TOOTHLESS IS IN THE HOO.

Yeah so now that that's over. Please please please review.

I love it when people review. Even if it's just a 'hey'

seriously I love reviews.

Hey. Btw I've been getting slot of questions about this and I just want to awnser them. I'm not depressed and I'm not suicidal. I'm a 19 year old female that has been through depression. I've had it when I was 14 and yes I was anorexic and I did cut (self harm). But with help and good freinds I learned to overcome that depression and move on. I wrote this story for the edgy people out there that just hate there own life. Remember this

"Depression is like a war, you either win it. Or die trying."

Love you all❤️❤️.