Trigger warning! Depression, Eating Disorder, Cutting Disorder and Anxiety. Don't read if it will hurt you!

Ink's P.O.V

I was tired that night but I couldn't sleep. My anxiety was getting the best of me. I was bored and I was sure my friends were asleep. ‘Make yourself some food, that could entertain you and give something to eat.’ ‘NO YOU CAN'T EAT! YOU’RE DISGUSTING, DON'T EAT!’ The two thoughts fought against one another. Sure I was hungry and skeletons don't really gain fat. So it was not reasonable to have this eating disorder but I did. I sighed. “God, either my two sides are fighting or my thoughts are..” I told myself. I got up and walked to my dresser, I pulled open a drawer inside was a knife one that was bloodied with my own blood. ‘YES. YOU UGLY PIG! HURT YOURSELF! CUT! CUT! CUT!!!’ that dark thought filled my head. I grabbed the knife and walked back to my rainbow bed. I rolled up the rainbow sleeve of my PJs, revealing all my cuts and slashes, bruises and burns. I lowered the knife and dragged across my arm tears welling up in my eye sockets. Four, no, five, wait, six cuts on each arm. A sob racked up my body. I remembered all the names I was called that day, freak, bother, nothing, crazy, and worthless. I put away the knife just in time to get a text from Error. “What is he doing up so late?” I asked to no one in particular

Error's P.O.V

I didn't wish to sleep. I wasn't tried at all. I guess that is what I get for drinking coffee before bed. I chuckled a bit at the thought. ‘yep that sounds like me’ I thought to myself. ‘Is Ink awake?’ I pondered. “Wait, why would Ink be awake?” I told my thoughts. I wasn't too concerned on being bored, it would just me sleep faster. I decided to text Ink to check. “Hey Ink are you awake?” I typed in the small texting box. “No, I won't send that without a nickname!” I blurted out. I thought of which one to put down for a minute until I decided on ‘Skittles’. I typed the name in and sent it. After a minute I got a reply “Yep! 😄” I laughed a bit, Ink always liked emojis. I responded with “I had too much coffee what's your excuse?” after a minute got a reply, one I wasn't expecting. “Nightmare….” it read. ‘INK GETS NIGHTMARES???’ my thoughts basically screamed in my face. Now I wanted to know more. “Wish to talk about bud?” This is going to be a long night.