Our Tiny Mate (boyxboyxboy)

(Edited) Part Twenty Eight Dakotas POV

Hurts. It always hurts. My heart hurts. I know im no good so why do people have to keep reminding me? Im pathetic, useless, worthless, weak, a waste of air. The list is endless.
Did i succeed? But why did i do it? What about my mates? My babies? Ill never get to see my little Ozzy ever again. Oh god! What have i done? So stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Guess they were right, i cant do anything right. I bet theyll hate me now. My mates will leave me alone because im such a fuck up. Theyll hate me. My brothers will hate me. I dont want to be alone. I can feel myself hyperventilating and moving so that means im not dead right? Or am i imagining it?
Open your eyes Dakota. Come on at least do that. I need to know.

'Dee baby. Come on open them pretty little eyes for us. Your babies want to see there papa. Theyve missed you.'

Voices are talking to me. Who are they? They sound wierd and fuzzy. Come on self! Wake up!
But what about her. She'll just bully me again. She'll say nasty things about Ozzy. I dont like it. I dont want him to be picked on anymore.

Im scared.

What do i do? Should i give up? I feel like i should. But then a part of me keeps telling me to continue. It tells me that i can prove everyone wrong.

Can i prove them wrong?

I want to wake up. Even if only for a little while. One last time. I want to see them. I want to be held by them. Even if its only for a short while.

I want them...