Padded Rooms and Silver Doom

anti-support-group:

Chase sighed. He hated being in this padded room. He hated that he couldn’t see anyone, not even his kids. He hated that he turned into his worst nightmare. He just wanted to leave, but he was trapped. The man from ‘Bro Average’ slid down the wall and put his head in his hands. There was a knot in his throat and his lower lip trembled. How long was he in here? Was he ever going to be able to leave? Tears welled in his eyes as his thought grew, bigger and bigger, darker and darker. His thoughts seemed to form into a being. ‘Kill yourself.’ His head snapped up at the harsh words, as he looked into the eyes of darkness, tears streaming down his face. ‘No body cares. Your wife-or should I say ex-wife- kept the kids away for a reason. You’re dangerous.’ The dark figure swelled and the room went black. ‘Kill yourself. It’s the only way out of this.’ The dark figure held out his hand as a silver kitchen knife appeared. Chase took it with shaky hand. ‘T-This will help?’ Chase’s voice shook from the unshed tears. ‘It will, I promise.’ His thoughts said back, and his body moved on his own accord.

The hospital staff watched as Chase Brody, a newer patient diagnosed with severe depression and suicidal tendencies after his wife divorced him grabbed a knife, right out of thin air. ‘Red alert, Karren press the button for room 683.’ She turned back to the camera and watched it unfold. The former YouTuber said, ‘There are no strings on me!’ And slit his own throat. Her jaw dropped. The camera glitched and the man disappeared. She sat in her office chair and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked closer. The camera glitches, and all the other cameras glitch and turn off. And as her throat was slit, the man looked at the camera because he knows Jack was watching and said , ‘S͔̤̹̝e̙̪̝̩͕̲̻ ̶͕e͈͚ ͔̹̳ͅy̯̦ͅo ͉u̳̩̗̟͉̣ ̺͍̝̤̪͖̜͝s̗̤͙̻̖̀o̩͜o͚̠̲̲͎̮ ̨͙̝̗͍͙͖n̩͎̗’